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d double e - tell me a ting (remix) lyrics

[intro: d double e]
exclusive! oh my god! jesus!
oi, what we telling them?
bada bup bup

[verse 1: p money]
nah, nah, man can’t tell me ’bout cash
man can’t tell me ’bout cards
four+hundred racks on the crib, twice
calm, man can’t tell me ’bout yards
can’t tell me about europe, i repped it hard
these man are some nigel farage
brexit dargs, when i turn up, man exit (gone)
how are your legs this fast?
you better mind who you’re talking about
where i’m from, i don’t give a d+mn about clout
got a wetter that could end the sahara’s drout
i dare you put your hand on my spouse
only federer when i come and mash up his house
big holes between the tiles and grout
mutual friends ain’t telling me nout
you know what i’m on, there’s no mucking about
[verse 2: frisco]
i came up on the estate, man can’t tell me ’bout ghetto life
way before the benz i was on ends getting it in, man can’t tell me ’bout pedal bike
pedal white, i used to
rebel life, i’m used to
and i’ll still k!ll a mc cah that’s what i’m used to
man can’t tell me ’bout radio
man can’t tell me ’bout stageshow
man can’t
i am the vanguard
mad mad with the mad bars
splash hard with my bank card
always got the hammer on me, i’m like thor in the war, man can’t tell me about ice guard
i’m on constant smoke, i’m spraying it down, man better come with the brolly
man can’t tell me a tingaling
man can’t diss me and try say sorry

[chorus: d double e]
man can’t tell me a ting
man can’t tell me a ting
man can’t tell me a tingaling
man can’t tell me a ting, nah
nah, nah, man can’t tell me a ting
man can’t tell me a ting
man can’t tell me a tingaling
man can’t tell me a ting, nah
[verse 3: backroad gee]
grr, mack, mack, mack, the pain is real
i spent day and night in the mud in the battlefield, man know it’s real
what’s yours is mine, man take it all
get shooged off the med you fool
i don’t like [?]
i tell the kids dem say it in school
realest guy, don’t see him in the streets
the grandad gang got no t++th
i was broke but invested in heat
i had two hand tings and a whopper
block bully, showstopper
who can stop us? no one
brr brr, [?]
brr, brr, controlling

[verse 4: novelist]
i am a man that a man can’t flex on
i’ve got a serious vibe that serious guys don’t get wrong
who’s on what blud? you’ll sing a next song
a liberty’s a liberty that you shouldn’t tek don
my enemies say they respect nov
i am a guy real n+ggas get the best of
last n+gga that tried it, essed off
man are like ‘wagwarn, safe, best nov’
if it’s not that then don’t address nov
or test nov and you can’t impress nov
when i had a box it was hard to forget nov
and it’s still hard to forget nov
bare man are stressed becah they can’t stress nov
man are knocked out blud, i’m not slept on
[verse 5: d double e]
man can’t tell me a ting
some man ah call man legend
some of them man call man king
man can’t tell me a ting about hustling
us man are getting it in
entrepreneurs, man are on a business ting
don’t wanna let man in
then man are kicking off doors and ting
i don’t wanna hear no talk ’bout losing
all i wanna hear is win
it’s a london ting
and if a man try a ting
ring+sa+a+ding+ding+ding

- d double e lyrics

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