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jammz – oh please (remix) lyrics

[verse 1: jammz]
yo, oh please, oh please
the original was mad already, now it’s so peak
eff a one boy, man are coming for your whole clique
mek a likkle man know that i don’t sleep
shh, don’t speak
they’re saying “jammz, allow it, it’s so deep”
now everybody’s saying that they know me
the last time i heard that, i laughed for the whole week
p-ssy, you nuh know we, oh please
chatting like you know what i’m on, oh please
telling everybody you’re a don, oh please
brudda, stop lying in your songs, oh please
you’re a likkle man, not a big boss, oh please
telling everybody that we’re fam, oh please
don’t beg it, we are not gang, oh please
you’re sh-t and your dj clangs, oh please
dun told you you’re not nang, oh please

[verse 2: coco]
(d-ckhead) coming for anything that i’m owed
if i make it, you know that i’m coming through with the bros
f-ck hoes, i be k!lling my shows with all the pros
how is it i’m streetwise but never do any road?
give me the riddim, i get into beast mode
i don’t wanna give it up but they’re saying “release more”
you’re a likkle man, you’re coming like danny devito
you can try a ting, but your career’s finito
i’m getting money for fun, you little b-m
get a job and stop begging it off your daddy and mum
you’re not an mc, try beatboxing or drums
whenever you spit, it’s a waste of your lungs (that’s right)
too much talk about guns
that’s dead when you can’t even multiply sums
me? i can’t sit around twiddling thumbs
or wait for it to come (wah dis?)

[chorus: jammz]
oh please, oh please
oh please, oh please
you are not my g
i tell a brudda like god’s gift, you don’t know we
oh please, oh please
oh please, oh please
i heard them man have got opinions
but they ain’t got no ps
oh please, oh please
oh please, oh please
you are not my g
i tell a brudda like god’s gift, you don’t know we
oh please, oh please
oh please, oh please
i heard them man have got opinions
but they ain’t got no ps

[verse 3: mic ty]
fix up
he slipped, his luck
no, it’s not running, my friend, unless it’s a blend
i’m not hearing no mix-up
my team import long-nosed shooters that’s popping
yeah, they’re foreign, come like ibra
can’t talk nada of the tings they’re into
if you have work for the bruddas, they’ll ring ya
what? oh please, oh please
mic to the wot? you know me, i roll deep
i’ve got your girl on tings, on knees
telling me “ty, oh please, don’t leave”
tell a b dead that, sniper mic
sniper eye, i’m still after somebody’s headback
and f-ck stripes, views or likes
i do this ’cause i’m mic, to the wot?

[verse 4: shemzy]
i closed my eyes and looked inside my mind
and i took the time to see my soul was burning
looked for peace, it wasn’t in the streets
so i took my chi and found a cave to learn in
this that inner fire from your soul
when you reach inside and light the studio
you wanted an explanation? here you go
now i’m back on the riddim, i bang-bang for the show like
(oh no) 808 tek out your knees
(please) big snare clap for your headback
(oh) you hear the br-ss section for the champion
(please) i milly rocked when i wrote this, respect that
(oh) i’ve been sh-lling up shows at random
(please) i need a headline show, in camden
(oh) i do ip-dip-doo with the flow
(please) this is just a prelude to the alb-m (oh)

[verse 5: lioness]
oh please, they’re on some come out the woodwork flex
dead
didn’t hear from them when i was suffering in bed
now i’m on the mend, everybody’s coming with the beg
like “yo ness, long time”
memory lane, quote song lines
then talk ’bout collabs, guys, you’ve gone mad
i could never forget and i even shegged
and hollered some peeps in the interim
like “yo, can you help me get back in the swing?”
i didn’t get a reply, didn’t get a thing
and now they holler like “when we gonna get it in?”
that’s how they seem to groove
i just chuckle like “to me, to you”
i deeped the move, i can’t speak to people who
act too fake but still believe they’re true

[verse 6: blay]
look, look, someone buss me a draw, i left mine at home
i might even chart this year
if i use that template flow and a xylophone
this music game’s like hydrofoam
’cause everyone’s teefing flows
so man’s on a rambo ting like sly stallone
and man can’t cat my swag
even if you got a stylist there that buys your clothes
man have got opinions but got no p
barclays wanna take your tv
how can a man wanna chat about greaze?
how can a man wanna chat about spliff?
jammz, is my man taking the p-ss?
i should turn bailiff, bun out his headback
within the law so i don’t get shift
look your mum in the eye when i’m taking the fridge

[verse 7: tempa]
duppy a set, then leave (gone)
walk in the place with fourteen gs
but i ain’t got a halfers on me (uh-uh)
thought you was a badboy, you’re looking like half of a g (yep)
all of my dargs make ps (woo)
we do shows, we do tours and we do
everything else that you dargs can’t chief (straight)
said you’re getting money but it’s looking like you’re starving for ps (baow)
and you wanna talk ’bout me (yeah)
i ain’t got time for none of these minions
i just got my eyes on stacks, then millions
i don’t care ’bout broke n-gg-s’ opinions (no way)
so drop me out (go on, go on)
cuh right now, me and them bruddas are different (yeah)
we ain’t in the same lane, n-gg-, i’m distant
oh please, you could never give a n-gg- -ssistance, so listen

- jammz lyrics

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