Splurgeboys, Vibbar - Match Fit lyrics
[Splurgeboys, Vibbar - Match Fit lyrics]
Match fit, match fit
Jump on the field and score hat tricks
Made the opposition change tac tics
The way that I flex, they can't match it
Ooo, baby, get ratchet
What's your name? Sorry, didn't catch it
Amsterdam, smoking on a hash spliff
Who's got the lighter or a matchstick?
Match fit tekkers
Haters can't lob over, crossover steppers
Crep turn anytime I run into the biggest
Still won't believe that I'm a
Side not a big f
Still wanna fence when it comes to the bank
Keep my linguard up and keep
My eye out for scams one gmail
I know how to filter the spam
And my junk mail with RAM
That's a handshake to you but to me
That's a scan i'm a match fit player
Quick on the ball, got peripheral vision
See a run, make a run, make quick decisions
This ain't a game, nah, this my religion
It's in the genes, me and my bro are fiends
When it comes to the dreams and the schemes
And the champions league with the team
El capo in a field full of green
On a all herb diet, that's how I stay lean
Match fit, match fit
Jump on the field and score hat tricks
Made the opposition change tac tics
The way that I flex, they can't match it
Ooo, baby, get ratchet
What's your name? Sorry, didn't catch it
Amsterdam, smoking on a hash spliff
Who's got the lighter or a matchstick?
Head in the clouds, on my knees is the loud
Fuck clout, you can keep dat ting
Man don't need dat ting
Bare man want chase and I pree dat ting
My friends on dat 'cause ya idiot
Never been a mug, too much ego
Can't be a bug
Stay trappin' these beats like a drug
Skankin', middle of the floor turn up
Way too much rate in my cup
Mad ting, how you do, baby boo?
Get down, lemme see what you do
Come round, I got something for you
Said she wan do that too, come true
When you go down, man stays close
When I go, say man go goes
Go two bed like Fredo man don't hit the post
We don't wanna be on goal when I match fit
I love a female
These girls, how they're loveables
Check the details
Mean well, I mean meanwhile, I mean
She thinks I'll arrange her for a free trial
Tell the gal dem I'll applaud
'Cause, I hit the bar, I scored
Said I rate that, oh my Lord
Almost blocked, about his friend
And I ain't even giving rings today
But out of 10, baby, I'm 10 out of 10
You see that's double you
Letter after mother fucking V but
They can't double you
Yeah we at the hotel suit, that's the W
And I'm the man of the city
If you want company, you should come with me
Get some alcohol, some rum for me
Grab your son, he can come to tea
But, I ain't signing shit unless
You come for free
And you can't chill with me unless you
Match fit, match fit
Jump on the field and score hat tricks
Made the opposition change tac tics
The way that I flex, they can't match it
Ooo, baby, get ratchet
What's your name? Sorry, didn't catch it
Amsterdam, smoking on a hash spliff
Who's got the lighter or a matchstick?
Jump on the field and score hat tricks
Made the opposition change tac tics
The way that I flex, they can't match it
Ooo, baby, get ratchet
What's your name? Sorry, didn't catch it
Amsterdam, smoking on a hash spliff
Who's got the lighter or a matchstick?
Match fit tekkers
Haters can't lob over, crossover steppers
Crep turn anytime I run into the biggest
Still won't believe that I'm a
Side not a big f
Still wanna fence when it comes to the bank
Keep my linguard up and keep
My eye out for scams one gmail
I know how to filter the spam
And my junk mail with RAM
That's a handshake to you but to me
That's a scan i'm a match fit player
Quick on the ball, got peripheral vision
See a run, make a run, make quick decisions
This ain't a game, nah, this my religion
It's in the genes, me and my bro are fiends
When it comes to the dreams and the schemes
And the champions league with the team
El capo in a field full of green
On a all herb diet, that's how I stay lean
Match fit, match fit
Jump on the field and score hat tricks
Made the opposition change tac tics
The way that I flex, they can't match it
Ooo, baby, get ratchet
What's your name? Sorry, didn't catch it
Amsterdam, smoking on a hash spliff
Who's got the lighter or a matchstick?
Head in the clouds, on my knees is the loud
Fuck clout, you can keep dat ting
Man don't need dat ting
Bare man want chase and I pree dat ting
My friends on dat 'cause ya idiot
Never been a mug, too much ego
Can't be a bug
Stay trappin' these beats like a drug
Skankin', middle of the floor turn up
Way too much rate in my cup
Mad ting, how you do, baby boo?
Get down, lemme see what you do
Come round, I got something for you
Said she wan do that too, come true
When you go down, man stays close
When I go, say man go goes
Go two bed like Fredo man don't hit the post
We don't wanna be on goal when I match fit
I love a female
These girls, how they're loveables
Check the details
Mean well, I mean meanwhile, I mean
She thinks I'll arrange her for a free trial
Tell the gal dem I'll applaud
'Cause, I hit the bar, I scored
Said I rate that, oh my Lord
Almost blocked, about his friend
And I ain't even giving rings today
But out of 10, baby, I'm 10 out of 10
You see that's double you
Letter after mother fucking V but
They can't double you
Yeah we at the hotel suit, that's the W
And I'm the man of the city
If you want company, you should come with me
Get some alcohol, some rum for me
Grab your son, he can come to tea
But, I ain't signing shit unless
You come for free
And you can't chill with me unless you
Match fit, match fit
Jump on the field and score hat tricks
Made the opposition change tac tics
The way that I flex, they can't match it
Ooo, baby, get ratchet
What's your name? Sorry, didn't catch it
Amsterdam, smoking on a hash spliff
Who's got the lighter or a matchstick?
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