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nasty jack - lyta zod lyrics

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[verse 1]
i back out a fl!cky
[?] jackson, l!ck shots like lippy
backshot from stiffy
my gyal bad like og nikki
bust face with bl!cky
run man down, bill with them ricket
i pepper them [?]
roll with sticks like grizzy 1fiddy
back you jump like nitty
shoutout k koke, manna get busy
rudeboy like dylan and dizzee
knock a man out for talking fizzy
like t, yeah i get gritty
rip rolex fam, run through the city
blackball me? h-ll no, i’m too litty
rip stormin, my nizzy

[chorus]
watch how i light up the city
watch how i light up the city
watch how i light up the city
[?] dance like diddy
watch how i light up the city
watch how i light up the city
watch how i light up the city
i think i’m too busy

[verse 2]
everyone knows i’m ready
got straps with [?] big like fekky
coil dem thick like lionel messi
don’t call me yeah, you better call bekky
everyting’s gonna get tekky
big fat blade gets sniped like [?]
wanna call rude kid? are you ready?
no, you’re just a bum like [?]
dead any show like, “who k!lled kenny?”
still a badman like renny
cah, slap man down, you’re a jezzie
them likkle looks, do you think i’m [?]?
run a likkle off-key when i drink henny
might turn into pimp, start bottling many
violate man like i’m boss belly
murder my friend dem like ynw melly

[chorus]
watch how i light up the city
watch how i light up the city
watch how i light up the city
[?] dance like diddy
watch how i light up the city
watch how i light up the city
watch how i light up the city
i think i’m too busy

[verse 3]
is it right, or wrong?
for some reason i don’t like your songs
i think i’m marshall, you ain’t ready for the dons
you man are air, you don’t get singalongs
and your bm on jackson
too exclusive, i don’t want that talk
say no names, i’ma keep it stung
real gunman, she wan’ fi inna [?]
tek out the the cut, ’cause she wan’ [?]
if i back out the suttin’, mek the pumpum [?]
burn up her soul like lube
now she wan’ me, she don’t wan’ you
you’re a sell-out
no one on the streets rates you
you’re the latest coon, we don’t know about you
only [?] cah now i eat food
you’re a culture vulture, this a big “f-ck you”



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