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I Spy (Remix) (Feat. Bugzy Malone, SL, Morrisson, Abra Cadabra, RV, Snap Capone)

Krept And Konan


(Rah, it's BKay you know)
You know

I spy with my little eye (Yes)
Something beginning with F (What?)
Fuckboy's doing up net (Fuckboy's)
Talking real
We're the last ones left (The last)
Suck your mudda (Hah)
I said it with chest (You know)

I spy with my little eye (Yes)
Something beginning with F (What?)
Fuckboys doing up net (Fuckboys)
Talking real (Real)
We're the last ones left (The last)
Suck your mudda (Hah)
I said it with chest (You know)
(Play Dirty)

We don't believe your raps
Keep thinking your Mr Muscle
Till you see the flash
You don't want bros turnin' up
Stolen car, burning clutch
I hid the mash in my aunties toilet
Panickin' every time I heard it flush

They do it for the 'Gram (The 'Gram)
But they don't do it for the family (That's right)
He bought Loub's for a thousand likes
And his son's shoes are beat up like Anthony
There's a couple real rappers that's actually on it
But most of the industry's fake
The police nicked me, then they nicked all my mates
I feel cursed, it's like I took a picture with Drake (Mad)
I'm white, rich and gangster
Talk about me, my name holds weight (That's right)
My boys greenin' on the back of man's neck (Yeah)
If he takes off his fake gold chain
I'm so East London, I'm so Westham
And when it's beef man step out with Arsenal
I'm the white money-makin' Meech
But-but my girl light skin like Meghan Markle

We'll pull down and spill some juice
You snooze, you lose
Calm when we come 'round, you know what we do
We can pull up some articles from when the surgery's treatin' some man's wounds
Only wanna do it for the net and not avenge a friend, some fuckin' fools (Nerds)
Way before I slapped corn at a man
I tested my shank worked first
Swing that, dig it and turn it
Woosh so good like a man rehearsed
Well you tell me how've I done it for the net?
'Cause when a fuck boy ran with a chef
And Lord knows that I never had nothin'
And the bloodclaat still done legs
Other than that I just shank and him bred'

I spy somethin' beginnin' with F (Frauds)
All of my opps are nerds (Come on)
Judge weren't layin' no eggs
But he tried give me a bird
Been a bad boy from birth (Long time)
Man can't tell me 'bout work (How?)
I was in the opp block Sunday
Tryna catch man comin' from church (Real talk)
Right now I'm just stackin' my paper (Racks)
Kway know money come first
Pem don't come from Jamaica (Nah)
But the food still got jerk
In the penthouse suite with a bad bitch
Startin' to get on my nerves
I'm dressed in Italian fabric
Please don't get makeup on my shirt

I spy with my little eye (Yes)
Something beginning with F (What?)
Fuckboy's doing up net (Fuckboy's)
Talking real (Real)
We're the last ones left (The last)
Suck your mudda (Hah)
I said it with chest (You know)

I spy with my little eye (Yes)
Something beginning with F (What?)
Fuckboy's doing up net (Fuckboy's)
Talking real (Real)
We're the last ones left (The last)
Suck your mudda (Hah)
I said it with chest (You know)

If I come with Looney (Tunes)
Then you know mans angle (You know)
Buss mans head with a Hennessy bottle
Or he might Jack Daniel (Evil)
Had some of your favourite rappers baby mothers on scandals (Whore)
Chupa a tua madre, that's suck your mum in Español (Yeo)

They said they don't rate me, but I don't rate them either (Nah)
Louis pouch for the cleaver
The two litre can't catch the three-wheeler
They didn't want it with JB and they didn't want it with Cuba
I don't wanna hear no chat about, "watch when I see ya"
Man must think man car get destination like Uber
Snap off the door, you know it don't move
I fit if we can find location, pull up in Gucci
Burn the blacks, keep the designer
Man I took dash away the CCTV and throw man a likkle 50
That's a minor
I was in business class up with Chyna

If I press on the TEC
Paralyse from the neck
Four nines in the brick
F1 make it stretch (Whip, whip)
They can't whoa me (They can't whoa me)
End of story (End of story)
Lifestyle gory, my shooter do it for me
If I spy with my little eye (Okay)
That's shooters with ballys
Someone gon' die
YG's on peds, got skengs in rides
That's 10's and 9's
Get caught, gotta do that time

Fuck them cah they done a man dirty
Dumb jake boys, that man a dish (Dressed)
Rambo only cost 30, up early cah I'm tryna get rich (Get rich)
Cut through just to fuck a nigga bitch (Aw yeah)
Fuck you cah your niggas ain't shit (Aw yeah)
Said leave me alone, she thirsty
Swear it hurts when you cut a bitch who won't quit (Won't quit)
Hit, hit, hit, piss
Saw feds so bro go dip
I be chasin' the money so much
That I swerve like I found the snitch
I phone bro for the 10-10 bud (10-10)
I know that his 10-10 stinks (Loud)
I might stick this dick in her lung (Lung)
And she'll finish it off with a mint

I spy with my little eye (Yes)
Something beginning with F (What?)
Fuckboy's doing up net (Fuckboy's)
Talking real (Real)
We're the last ones left (The last)
Suck your mudda (Hah)
I said it with chest (You know)

I spy with my little eye (Yes)
Something beginning with F (What?)
Fuckboy's doing up net (Fuckboy's)
Talking real (Real)
We're the last ones left (The last)
Suck your mudda (Hah)
I said it with chest

Compositores: Laidi Saliasi (Rachet), Karl Dominic Wilson (Karl Wilson), Casyo Valentine Johnson (Krept), Abdul Nasir Nelson, Jordan Craig Townsend, Bryan Tshibangu Kabengele (Bryan Kabengele), Aaron Davis, Ben Rael Ngaman (Ben Ngaman), Harlee Milne, Jon Morrisson
ECAD: Obra #24901021

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