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Uh oh, who's on who?
Said you let it ring but it never goes through
My mind's f***ed, my head's gone too
The smoke's with the man then but the joke's on you
Uh oh, who's on what?
Don't tell my brothers till we spin the whole block
What we buying? Everything you've got
Tell them little pussies that we'll take the whole lot
You ain't got no backbone
I get it out the trap, I ain't got a trap phone
I got P's and M's and K's and O's
They're illiterate with letters so I'm letting it know
Used to give them high fives, now it's just a middle finger
Diamonds on my patty, do the bohem
But when I linger, they think I'm a rapper
I think I'm a singer
Cash me in the cut, I treat the euros like a dinger
Get your southern fried, I'm a south boy on some south s***
This is Chetan's day, is this it? All that f***ing house s***
Score a goal and I do it, that's how Peter Crouch it
Heard them brothers wanna do me something but I doubt it
Do me something then, do me something if you're bad
My mother calls me Mac but I think I'm Jack the Lad
Tell us what you're working on, don't tell us what you had
I need to stop my sentences, we're sorry, may I add
You ain't got no backbone
You ain't got no backbone
Uh oh, who's on grease?
Said you got the mash but you never let it squeeze
My head's hot, my wrists don't freeze
I keep a little something for your pussy
MCs, uh oh, who's on what?
Don't tell my brothers cause they spin the whole block
What we buying? Everything you got
Tell them little pussies that we take the whole lot
You ain't got no backbone
You ain't got no backbone
Do me something then, do me something if you're lit
My mother calls me Mike but I think I'm a *
Don't tell us how it used to be, just tell it what it is
They never gave me nothing so it's fair I take the piss of pussy