Woi
M1 on the beat
Big dripper
Magnum sipper
No nail clipper
Free Luga Vellz
That ammi smells
And bitch, no, I won't cut my nails (boop, boop) (haha)
Who's that my man? (Woi, woi)
Jump out, fry man (woi, woi)
Why's he leaving his right hand? (Oi, oi)
Ayy, come back and back your boy (don't leave him)
Woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi
Jump out, rise this toy (woi, woi)
Jump out, rise this toy (woi, woi)
Jump out (woi, woi, woi, woi, woi)
Who's that my man? (Woi, woi)
Jump out, fry man (woi, woi)
Why's he leaving his right hand? (Oi, oi)
Ayy, come back and back your boy (don't leave him)
Woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi
Jump out, rise this toy (woi, woi)
Jump out, rise this toy (woi, woi)
Jump out (woi, woi, woi, woi, woi)
Pull up (pull up)
Let it beat (let it beat)
Yaga yeet (yeet)
Jump out, try put him in a coffin
I pray cameras don't see
IC3 on ITV
If I see you, then I release
Please release all my G's
My next door got IPP (free 'em up)
She got a soft spot for the gunmen (gunmen, gunmen)
Man hit that shit from the back while I pull on her tracks, babe, say "West London"
Let's have fun then (have fun then)
We get neck then run then (yes)
See the gyal that you want? Man done them (done them)
You're on who? Liar, come then
Man rise it, fire, bun them
Who's that my man? (Woi, woi)
Jump out, fry man (woi, woi)
Why's he leaving his right hand? (Oi, oi)
Ayy, come back and back your boy (don't leave him)
Woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi
Jump out, rise this toy (woi, woi)
Jump out, rise this toy (woi, woi)
Jump out (woi, woi, woi, woi, woi)
Who's that my man? (Woi, woi)
Jump out, fry man (woi, woi)
Why's he leaving his right hand? (Oi, oi)
Ayy, come back and back your boy (don't leave him)
Woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi
Jump out, rise this toy (woi, woi)
Jump out, rise this toy (woi, woi)
Jump out (woi, woi, woi, woi, woi)
Stuck in the dock, hickory-dickory (what?)
Fucked 'nuff gyal like Quagmire, lol, giggity-giggity
Gyal wan' fuck pon Digga D (yeah, yeah)
Laugh out loud, you're killin' me, killin' me
Run when man get fidgety (don't run)
Man, we literally-literally pull up and shower your posse, Tivoli
She likes the things in life that's finer
Blow them racks, it's minor
As long as she don't switch sides like Chyna
And frees up the vagina
Turn his life to a timer
Let that ding, when it ping, it's the primer
And if it ain't Unknown T and them man, I don't like no other niner (mm-mm)
Who's that my man? (Woi, woi)
Jump out, fry man (woi, woi)
Why's he leaving his right hand? (Oi, oi)
Ayy, come back and back your boy (don't leave him)
Woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi
Jump out, rise this toy (woi, woi)
Jump out, rise this toy (woi, woi)
Jump out (woi, woi, woi, woi, woi)
Who's that my man? (Woi, woi)
Jump out, fry man (woi, woi)
Why's he leaving his right hand? (Oi, oi)
Ayy, come back and back your boy (don't leave him)
Woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi
Jump out, rise this toy (woi, woi)
Jump out, rise this toy (woi, woi)
Jump out (woi, woi, woi, woi, woi)
Damn, Cee done it again
Luga Vellz
The .9's filled to the brim with Luger shells
M1 on the beat
CGM takeover nigga, we ringing bells
Free the mandem, haha
Woi, woi, woi, woi, woi
Big dripper
Magnum sipper
No nail clipper
Free Luga Vellz
That ammi smells
And bitch, no, I won't cut my nails (boop, boop) (haha)
Who's that my man? (Woi, woi)
Jump out, fry man (woi, woi)
Why's he leaving his right hand? (Oi, oi)
Ayy, come back and back your boy (don't leave him)
Woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi
Jump out, rise this toy (woi, woi)
Jump out, rise this toy (woi, woi)
Jump out (woi, woi, woi, woi, woi)
Who's that my man? (Woi, woi)
Jump out, fry man (woi, woi)
Why's he leaving his right hand? (Oi, oi)
Ayy, come back and back your boy (don't leave him)
Woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi
Jump out, rise this toy (woi, woi)
Jump out, rise this toy (woi, woi)
Jump out (woi, woi, woi, woi, woi)
Pull up (pull up)
Let it beat (let it beat)
Yaga yeet (yeet)
Jump out, try put him in a coffin
I pray cameras don't see
IC3 on ITV
If I see you, then I release
Please release all my G's
My next door got IPP (free 'em up)
She got a soft spot for the gunmen (gunmen, gunmen)
Man hit that shit from the back while I pull on her tracks, babe, say "West London"
Let's have fun then (have fun then)
We get neck then run then (yes)
See the gyal that you want? Man done them (done them)
You're on who? Liar, come then
Man rise it, fire, bun them
Who's that my man? (Woi, woi)
Jump out, fry man (woi, woi)
Why's he leaving his right hand? (Oi, oi)
Ayy, come back and back your boy (don't leave him)
Woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi
Jump out, rise this toy (woi, woi)
Jump out, rise this toy (woi, woi)
Jump out (woi, woi, woi, woi, woi)
Who's that my man? (Woi, woi)
Jump out, fry man (woi, woi)
Why's he leaving his right hand? (Oi, oi)
Ayy, come back and back your boy (don't leave him)
Woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi
Jump out, rise this toy (woi, woi)
Jump out, rise this toy (woi, woi)
Jump out (woi, woi, woi, woi, woi)
Stuck in the dock, hickory-dickory (what?)
Fucked 'nuff gyal like Quagmire, lol, giggity-giggity
Gyal wan' fuck pon Digga D (yeah, yeah)
Laugh out loud, you're killin' me, killin' me
Run when man get fidgety (don't run)
Man, we literally-literally pull up and shower your posse, Tivoli
She likes the things in life that's finer
Blow them racks, it's minor
As long as she don't switch sides like Chyna
And frees up the vagina
Turn his life to a timer
Let that ding, when it ping, it's the primer
And if it ain't Unknown T and them man, I don't like no other niner (mm-mm)
Who's that my man? (Woi, woi)
Jump out, fry man (woi, woi)
Why's he leaving his right hand? (Oi, oi)
Ayy, come back and back your boy (don't leave him)
Woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi
Jump out, rise this toy (woi, woi)
Jump out, rise this toy (woi, woi)
Jump out (woi, woi, woi, woi, woi)
Who's that my man? (Woi, woi)
Jump out, fry man (woi, woi)
Why's he leaving his right hand? (Oi, oi)
Ayy, come back and back your boy (don't leave him)
Woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi
Jump out, rise this toy (woi, woi)
Jump out, rise this toy (woi, woi)
Jump out (woi, woi, woi, woi, woi)
Damn, Cee done it again
Luga Vellz
The .9's filled to the brim with Luger shells
M1 on the beat
CGM takeover nigga, we ringing bells
Free the mandem, haha
Woi, woi, woi, woi, woi
Credits
Writer(s): Chaniva Francis, Mozis Prince Aduu, Rhys Herbert
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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