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eyez - spitfire part 3 (jdzmedia) lyrics

yo, myself eyez, sptifire three yeah. jdz

million views on the first one, soon come on the second, and i guess that’s why –
my friends think that i made it manna got a blue tick man think manna famous
always get praise for the things i do, i make them take off their hats like they’re graduated
mc’s get me aggravated, chat sh-t – find out where you’re allocated
that’s when man are gonna get caught slipping like socks on floor that’s laminated
if it’s beef make sure the meats marinated, the tings got teeth like alligators, use to run man down in my cuppa trainers, have man jumping over apparatus
certain man try keep it real but most their bars exaggerated, and i’m allergic to lies i hate them i swear the airs contaminated

i don’t need a coach to train me cah’ i’m bust that plain and simple, the man catch the vehicles, when i spit bars you can get an earful. i stay cheerful but i still get mad, fourteen i was having scr-ps with my stepdad, i’ve been flying like most my life i’m surprised eyez even got jet lag

none of my fam are boxers
but my fam put man in boxes
i got seventy two zeds two boxes
gyal wanna strip eyez to his boxers
you don’t get gyal you just stand and stare, they don’t even know that you’re actually there
i could get two chicks on some fruit sh-t if man goes down then apple pears
she keeps calling my line when i’m busy, busy getting money she don’t want me getting lizzy
tell the gyal like move move, like grizzy, don’t ring me, i don’t love you i ain’t dizzy
please stop calling please stop texting please stop dialing please stop it’s pestering i ain’t interested i saw you call but i left it (ling)

who said that eyez ain’t ready, my arms are up like i’m sitting on the side of the settee i think fast i’m sharp like knives and chette’s as a yute i was running from pc letty
now got fans from all over the globe from london to hongkong to mexico oh, a young brudda tryna shine but these old bruddas they don’t want to let me glow

lost a couple clashes in my time but bruddas got lucky like a heskey goal, i’m just tryna get my dough let me blow, never will i sell my soul ’cause i’m a real guy, chilling with them hippie kids but i still ride, still up on the block i’m still eyez, popped on a lock but i still try dem but i’m still trying

my n-gg- troops died, his mum still crying, i ain’t got wings but i’m still flying, f-cked up a lot but i’m still trying, so, f-ck feds i hate trident, when i see them i just stay quiet, i ain’t gonna tell my name’s eyez blud – i got the right to remain silent

i was in sweden shutting down shows, five star hotel i don’t wanna boast
i was in denmark showing them grime, on the main stage at half past nine
i was in benedorm i was in dam, bunning that dank with english frank
i was at four side in front, you saw the billboard i ain’t gonna stunt

i’m hungry like i never eat lunch if i ever get dropped then i’m getting back up, back on my two feet coming to your spot with the fugees weather you’re ready or not, what. too many enemies watch get smoked like lemon cheese when i meet hotch got, bars that will send a neek twenty feet up greased up needs energy when i creep up, ease up, keep shut when eyez comes around, ride to your town to your house, get gl-ssed in the rave in the face
pints on you like you’re buying a round, that’ll quiet you down. are you hungry for this i’ll rumble for this i’ll fight for the crown, them mc’s bow down when eyez is around – (eye, listen)

if you’re a ganja farmer, better go hide you marijuana, make that fly like it’s at departure, better not sing like frank sinatra. i got a rasta father so you know my dad’s a farmer… so you know my dad’s a farmer

i still presidential like barack obama, smoke my first zoot with matt ‘n marff in the back of the car park

- eyez lyrics

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