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dappy - tarzan 3 lyrics

[intro 1: dappy]
you ain’t racist, you got black friends
i ain’t racist, i got black bm’s

[verse 1: dappy]
f-ck it shout out to all my n-gg-s that’s locked in the slammer
i was singin’ and rappin’ before drizzie
i was the boy in the corner before dizzie
i got 2 packs of that loud with me and the drivers cool so imma light up a biggie
f-ck it let’s all get done for speeding 140 bpm’s cheating
true say drake blew up grime the other night watch how i give this tempo a beating
fling me the keys to my bike
who wants to come for the ride (what)
i was in croydon just the other day
boys mum was cooking up a storm
everything was bless try stepping outside
you know what it’s like
true say i’m bait
man wanna try it
i was on the estate
i wish i had a yank
f-ck that, i be going south for my life
when im in north, everything bless
when i’m in west, i’m a guest
f-ck what you’ve been through
stop messing, look at this wesson
this ain’t something that you wanna get into
swear to god, ask bizzie and hypes
when i’m in east i’m nice
when we were at the bar, me and man dropped the strap
in front of his auntie and she was like jesus christ

[chorus: dappy, unknown]
oi dapps what you doin’ thought you were dead
who me? i’ve been here getting head new b-tches in my bed every night nuttin’ less
cool, hugh heff’, say less, but hurry up
i’ve been watching these new yutes on youtube
and i don’t care what anybody said there’s nothing they can do you-you’re the best

[verse 2: dappy]
when ever they’re struggling to pay the bills
sending for me might do them a favor still
but i ain’t tryna write a whole diss track 1 tweet bet i could get a fascio a major deal
but if you violate and i mean violate
i ain’t gunna write nothin’ back for ya’
act like nothin happen’ i see you on the road squash it and chat to ya’
i’ll batter ya’
and if you put me on my b-m i’ll come back for ya’ let the whole ends know it’s gunna be mad for ya’
i’m a good fella’ but i’ll have man sittin’ outside your house for days like the mafia
i can tell you how your mum looks right now
little bro’s in his room playing on cod
sisters out the front playing with the cat
so if i were you i’d head back right now
spin the whip back round it’s gunna go down
come with every man you know
when they see the .44 hanging out the 4 door
all they’ll remember is vaffanculo
you can’t f-ck with me costga’
can’t you tell by my posture i ain’t no popstar
we’ve been doin’ our thing way before the tarzan thing
call me young cosa nostra

- dappy lyrics

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