Dappy

They wanna see a lot of me
So I hate when I talk to my boy from Penn
And he acts like, 'cause, you've forgotten me
I ain't got time to shit, let alone come check you blood

You know I'm hot property, I got property
Right now I'm in Europe
Fuckin' up shit more than the economy
So when you land you know I got you properly

I bring my people through with everythin' I do
You reckon me, I fuck with you, aah, aah, aah
If you a snitchin' little bitch and you love singin' to the blues
What if this song wasn't made for you

I'm comin', I'm comin' for you, aah, aah, aah
I'm comin', I'm comin' for you

Fuck so good, make a bitch wanna fight me
Wanna Rolex ring, Wiley, when I was a bum
Nobody really liked me, now it's time
For someone to go get a new job for Tinie

I'm only playin', I'm just sayin' I'ma shit
So hard, I'm constipated, overworked, underrated
Now my thing poppin' off, no gun relation
On my grind everyday, no roller bladin'

All eyes on moi, holla, baby, no love for the X
On that note, T tell Kelly, I got that motivation
Look, I beg someone, try find Max online, let her know
I wanna smash her from the back

If not Sarah Jane can come give me brain
And put them big red lips on my sack
Aw, I been killin' it 'cause I've been gettin' bread
Hard though, number 1s all day on a chart show

So fuck you and your 90 track mix-tape
That's a million bars of arsehole
My flows are wrecked and it opens legs
It's flyer than a motherfuckin' Jumbo Jet

What a selfish bastard, no respect
You know, Dapps, no regrets
I still roll through my hood and wear my chain
Fuck a top boy Scorcher and Bashy cant do the same

Real recognized, real
How many albums have you sold to date
I ain't sayin' I'm Wayne Or Kanye
But I'm livin' life on a runway

If you 9, I'd be like, welcome on board
My brother say bye to the gun plain
I'm king of the jungle, hard as can be
I dare you let your chick party with me

I'm Tarzan and I'm hung like a tree
Imagine if your newborn
Pops out lookin' exactly like moi
'Cause I'm on the tour bus gettin' pampered

I heard Simon Cowell thinks I'm a lil' wanker
And I'm gettin' on his tits like cancer
And I don't wanna start mentionin' names
Fuck it, where they all now they're bankrupt

Joe Mac Eldry, aw, what a stand up, Alexandra, pull your socks up
Where your hits, you ain't no winner
I feel bad 'cause your voice is amazin'
But your career is gettin' raped by a mason

That shit fuckin' upsets me 'cause they don't get me
Try bring them near me, comin' around
With their hands out, askin' for a handout
Aw, that's too political

I don't care about a Bentley, Gucci or Fentley
Man's livin' in a spaceship, you got clapped by
Bang, your girl got magged
Bang, by that smooth criminal

I'm a product of my environment
I ain't sayin' me and you are any different
I'm just plannin' an early retirement
I don't mind sorry if I sound like Kingston

Every man's welcome to fly long distance
We be on a beach with weed man
Winston? Winston?
Psst, I'm the craziest thing out of the United Kingdom

I bring my people through anythin' I do
You reckon me, I fuck with you, aah, aah
If you a snitchin' little bitch and you love singin' to the blues
What if this song wasn't made for you, aah, aah, aah

I'm comin', I'm comin' for you, aah, aah, aah
I'm comin', I'm comin' for you