krept & konan - dat way (remix) lyrics
[chorus: abra cadabra]
rise it (bow), rise it (bow), we can never get tired (hrr)
slide on dem, slide (slide), press it on him and sky him (grr, ugh)
i’m in, then i’m out, like i f+cked mans girl (huh)
i’m in, then i’m out, when i press this ting (huh)
i’m in, then i’m out, don’t kiss that girl, i put ball in her mouth
you know like, dat way, dat way (dat way)
got the drop, so my young boy with it
you know like, dat way, dat way (grr)
spin this coupe, reverse it (skrr, skrr)
the man went dat way, dat way
baby, come arch your back, come, arch your back
you know how i like it, dat way, yeah
dat way
[verse 1: krept]
(tally) sting said rap, i’ll stay strapped for the chaos
you know how much flats he’s taped off?
amazon us, jeff bezos
man was runnin’ in cribs, like “who’s the shotter?”
you would think that he’s from naij, the way he was shoutin’ “you robber”
as we ran off with belongings
[verse 2: backroad gee]
which one we selecting?, (which one?)
bang, eject it, (bow)
man pop brrr like beckham
bark it leng it like lingard
which way did he go they’re telling me dis way so i went dat way
pyh + protect your head
you don’t wanna end up on the curb side dead
back up, don’t move
grrah he moved
before all the guns it was kitchen knives
you don’t wanna buck into the k!llys tonight
next 100 bags we’re taking out 30 [?]
spending it all on waps
[?] man put corn in mash
h+lla man look forward they don’t look back
[verse 3: french montana]
spinned this coupe, reverse it, (skrr)
mixing that lean with the percys, (percys)
mans don’t do beef they allergic
smacked him, hand them back their purses, he+rs+s, (whoo)
going dat way, dat way
every b+tch i f+ck with go dat way, dat way, (dat way)
best friend came with a best friend, (best friend)
and that best friend came with a best friend, (bestie)
slide on an opp like the everest, (skrr)
had the pooh shiesty on no cameras, (bow)
hit em up live on tv, (bow, bow)
came in the mouth he ate that p+ssy he greedy, (bow, bow)
bottom of the pot cocaine in the drop
coke boys cb, chain on 3d
we could never get tired
[?] blow in the drop, we could never get higher, (montana)
[verse 4: clavish]
i rob n+ggas and got them hurt
when i pass away i ain’t goin’ to heaven
i told bro mind how you step ‘cah second strike they’ll give you a seven
i just bought me a .17, my yardie unc’s just bought an .11 mac
spray it, oops, shouldn’t of said it
no safety, i’m just sayin’
i’m a drippy steppa, i ain’t tryna get pagan blood all on my celine
or on my b30, mike amiri jeans
i just gave a cat two in his face, got two on my waist
phone loopy, might shoot up the place
what i want for christmas, a new shoe and a lace
[chorus: abra cadabra]
rise it (bow), rise it (bow), we can never get tired (hrr)
slide on dem, slide (slide), press it on him and sky him (grr, ugh)
i’m in, then i’m out, like i f+cked mans girl (huh)
i’m in, then i’m out, when i press this ting (huh)
i’m in, then i’m out, don’t kiss that girl, i put ball in her mou+
[verse 5: konan]
(sorcerer) they wanna do cyber wars
if my young ones pull up, you’re gonna need life support
(don’t make me have to remind you)
she said “are you paid?”, and i’m like “of course”
somebody tell her, she must think the dwellers, michael kors
[verse 6: beenie man]
every time mi see badman roll up
platinum, diamond money fold up
gyal wan [?]
[?]
gyal say hands up like it’s a hold up
she take off mi shirt and mi pants first
my girl you’re moving like a [?]
mm, my girl mi nervous
[?]
dem time when the gyaldem g+nius
courteous, gyal mi put you first
no girl can call me titus
mana badman
mi a money man
on my children me spend mine pon
all the girl dem [?]
only buss gun shot
[verse 7: pa salieu]
move smart invest in machines, you know how it’s like in the cov (gaza)
front line with the ramz on me, i really have my jugg on fleek
the streets love me and they had me
who made a living off of light and b? (grr)
how many bridges burnt for the price of ye
the power of speed
why’s it always these washed up man, talk like they ever buss [?] skengs
mek money, mi nah beg friends, i was in the t tryna move that leng
really do sh+t dat way, they could never be like dat way
my way, my way, drew your girl and her diamonds dat way
[chorus: abra cadabra]
rise it (bow), rise it (bow), we can never get tired (hrr)
slide on dem, slide (slide), press it on him and sky him (grr, ugh)
i’m in, then i’m out, like i f+cked mans girl (huh)
i’m in, then i’m out, when i press this ting (huh)
i’m in, then i’m out, don’t kiss that girl, i put ball in her mou+
[verse 8: bandokay]
yo, spin it round, spin dat bumper (spin dat bumper)
two g+locks straight thunder
she likes bad man, so bad man what she’s on
now she see bad man i start givin’ her number
she see big [?], wan’ wear man’s jumper
hold up shorty rewind that bumper
twirl it (twirl it), firm it (firm it)
steady it straight when you arch that bumper
[verse 9: double lz]
black machine and my hood up (hood up)
man dasheen when i pull up
dip, dip, doo, ‘lil bro dipped two (boy)
yeah i slid through when i tried wig you (boy)
she badder than bad, wan’ sit in the bentley
i’m madder than mad, i want him on the telly
i done a one drill, yeah i really been steppy (skrr)
love pop up on any opp block with the ‘chete
[verse 10: k+trap]
bu+bu+bust that door, i think he went dat way (catch him)
and if this drill goes well then we’re gonna need rizzla, chip and an ash tray (bill it)
re+reload came, come round the back way (backdoor)
slim but fit but the front got cushion, i’m hittin’ it back ways
she can’t roll if she ain’t on vibes
neck and wrist, fill it with ice
out here strapped with the .40 live
any weather, like vibes
bro’s in the pen for an m like vibes
shoot man’s mind, i tried
see me outside and course it’s live
rev that bike, fill him with bine
[verse 11: doroad]
(yo) grip it, swing it (swing it)
no the mandem ain’t hittin’ and missin’ (boy)
this one ain’t got a silencer, when my ting cl!ckin’ you won’t hear hissin’
shh, shh, shh, shh
he didn’t hear that, it was bow when i pitched him
down with the kitch, got him down with the bl!ck
and i rap ’bout twinnin’ ‘cos i did it (i did)
you ain’t met a n+gga like me on your block
‘cos i rap and wrap cocaine and i bang mate (i do)
put him in a bad day, left him in a bad way
i whacked more n+ggas then the finger on my hand mate
ugh, gear up the youngin’s for a rampage
they’ll tear up a suttin’ in a man’s face
we just got brand new corn and it’s filed and we’re sendin’ it dat way
(boy)
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