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merky ace - waistband lyrics

[intro]
tg
tizzy gang
(are you ready?)

[chorus]
45 in the waistband
i’m not cool with a wasteman
45 in the waistband
i’m not cool with a wasteman
45 in the waistband
i’m not cool with a wasteman
45 in the waistband
i’m not cool with a wasteman

[verse 1]
i don’t skate on a half pipe
dig your girl with half pipe
38 in the hoodie front
see it poking out from the front
run up on man, then dump
ain’t tryna graze, tryna slump
big nizzy in a manbag
run up on man, then stab
four fizz in the coat pocket
run up on a p-ssy and pop it
don’t care who’s saying “stop it”
man are savage and a man ah move horrid
go on then, try, cause i’ve got it
all my greaze factual
been making marjays bawl
she can see a casket fall
nine dem in the sachel
greaze man down astral
run up real close, then pull
two-handed like the jakes
if you’re real then you know that’s aim
if you’re one of them man, you’re fake
why they love chatting man’s name?
was chinese whispers their favourite game?
big ting, that’s rucksack
wear it on the front, not the back
ask jb about that
true say he soon come back
if it ain’t tizzy, it’s wack
nuttin’ ain’t changed from when i said that
turn your doorstep to iraq
bap, bap, bap

[verse 2]
sick ting, walk in the place with my big ting
pitching anyone talking about snitching
i can teach you about pitching
and about cutting with the kitchen
cutting them road cuttings they’re cutting in the kitchen
tryna get the bricks in, unexpected
the way i came in the game like “who let the glitch in?”
f-cked up, sh-t went missing
then i came back with a bag of new hits, king
everywhere on the map, god in the bits
rob him of bits, fully mad jits
grown like andre the giant, i was with ryan
went o-tizzy, got a brilliant likkle iron
came back like “who said i was lying?”
dem times dere, i weren’t even a lion
skin fade darg with the shot like brian
and i’ve got a fury just like brian
turn a man purée when the corn flying
up early, no time for a lie-in
don’t bother call that phone if you ain’t buying
best team, me, t, c, mi, v
lick shots in the blue like desert e
and i ain’t doing no deals on the gypsy
might get one free if you add fifty
money haffi mek, it’s all peak in the dunya
your stack timon and my stack pumba
my ps sterling and your ps goonga
let me say that again, they’re not hearing
money haffi mek, it’s all peak in the dunya
your stack timon and my stack pumba
my ps sterling and your ps goonga
p-ssy

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