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hardy caprio - biggie n mase lyrics

[verse 1]
came for a belly
419er, came with a femi
came in a tracksuit, came with a bally
came for the business, nah, i never came for a jezzy
came on my own
had a friend in the car, said “wait till i’m ready”
at the front door, man’s saying “wait till i’m ready”
they wanna know why, i’ll say when i’m ready
i’m ’bout it, man wanna come repeating excuses
i’m not like them, i say ‘llow it
always see man swerve round it
is he gonna say it to my face? doubt it
dem man cry too much, they’re pouting
or they try too much, they’re shouting
easy, give me a bottle, i’ll down it
never gonna bottle it, word, i’m down and

[hook]
trust me, man’s got a million ways
real badboys like biggie and mase
mmm, man’s got a million ways
real badboys like biggie and mase
might see me in ends, might see me on stage
see me with sam, see me with jay
see me with ashley, see me with shadez
might not see me in days, but
trust me, man’s got a million ways
real badboys like biggie and mase
mmm, man’s got a million ways
real badboys like biggie and mase
might see me in ends, might see me on stage
see me with sam, see me with jay
see me with ashley, see me with shadez
might not see me in days

[verse 2]
but man wanna screw me in ends so much
i’ll bet you a bill that their head falls off
yo, man know the head’s all off
got a bomber in the heat cuh the head’s all off
dem man dere that flex, they talk off
but they never do much, are they here or what?
can a man hear or what?
they just wanna talk all day
tryna find my link like hardy, your don
don’t they know that hardy’s got dons?
connected, i’m hardy.com
can’t take me for charlie or tom
i weren’t much of a fighter
but man will spray links with the lighter
first i was on job, then i was on jobs
if i ever need to go back and do either

[verse 3]
i don’t azonto rap
levels, this ain’t no condo rap
out with the mandem, not with the woes
it’s london, this ain’t toronto rap
i can’t listen to certain man
they’re lying, dem man have got no facts
lying, dem man have got no straps
insecure, they ain’t got no racks
but yo, i don’t azonto rap
levels, this ain’t no condo rap
out with the mandem, not with the woes
it’s london, this ain’t toronto rap
i can’t listen to dem man dere
they’re lying, dem man have got no facts
lying, dem man have got no straps
they’re like “how do you clock those facts?”, well

- hardy caprio lyrics

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