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giggs - tempa tempa lyrics

[intro]
“what’s happening?”
“i don’t understand”
“i’m sure you don’t jane”
temper temper
that was your crime
we’ve been watching you for some time
we knew that you’d appear
we knew your temper tantrums would lead you here
“stop! leave us alone!”
“pray silence for the judge”
“what judge?”
“all rise!”

[hook] (x2)
temper temper
caught you at last
your quick temper went a bit fast
temper temper
caught you at last
your quick temper went a bit fast

[verse 1]
got a bad temper and my gangs with it
if i cl!ck it it’s only cause my hand fidgets
i ain’t talking bopping by, where my gang visits
if i catch your p-ssy face, imma stan smith it
n-ggers walking round on foot, trying to bag pitches
under-covers wanna look, i can’t stand snitches
look see the bogers on my foot, looking stan smith-ish
and my swagger’s looking good, that’s why i bang b-tches
in a hot spot, where the cops watch
i’ve got straps masked up like its not hot
couple glocks copped, i will not stop
fam i got a lot of arms, call me doc ock
if i hop-scotch, to your pop’s spot
bust a top lock, f-ck a knock-knock
got my strally out quick, move it chop chop
n-ggers talking any sh-t, get your squad dropped

[hook] (x2)
temper temper
caught you at last
your quick temper went a bit fast
temper temper
caught you at last
your quick temper went a bit fast

[verse 2]
hear the tyres screech first, then the fire heats burst
i got two knifes, imma put in siamese work
let it fly in his shirt, let him lie in his dirt
this the jungle, where the f-cking lions eat first
you can’t test me pr-ck, i’m a let tee rip
blow your brains out, on some f-cking pesky sh-t
never lets me slip, an interesting clip
lethal weapon here, feel the f-cking jet li kick
never met me, but they wanna get me pitch
feds arrest me, they don’t wanna let me live
my performance didn’t wanna let me spit
but when i swallow food they wanna let me sh-t
n-ggas hyping like there on some pecks green sh-t
ive got lighting, blow you into next week quick
now your blood’s floating, on some f-cking red sea sh-t

[hook] (x2)
temper temper
caught you at last
your quick temper went a bit fast
temper temper
caught you at last
your quick temper went a bit fast

[outro]
real n-ggers with no patience, pesky, snaps, younger even you dun know
let them little p-ssy ‘oles know
this is a place of woe, this is a place where all wicked children…

- giggs lyrics

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