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stormin - fakes lyrics

[intro: stormin]
sk!lls
he’s made us a nice song
and so we need to spit something more nice
but the other day
one girl come up to me
and she said to me
“why don’t n.a.s.t.y make no love songs?”
nothing nice, nj
can you believe that?
so what we gonna give them?
something that’s more nice (nice)
and real mellow (mellow)
it’s beautiful
nah, cut the music

[chorus: stormin & nasty jack]
fakes, talking like they got friends
when they ain’t got mates, they’re fake
they don’t wanna book us ’cause they’re really shook
what’d you know? they’re fakes
talking like they’re top boys
when they’re running on, they’re fakes
they got to go
all bredding at the n.a.s.t.y show

[verse 1: stormin]
fakes, i’ll kick it off
your head? i’ll kick it off
if you got a chain round your neck, i’ll l!ck it off
if you got dough in your pocket, then i’ll take it
your back? i’ll break it
your face? i’ll rearrange it
we’re the real n.a.s.t.y, tell ’em we’ve made it
’cause when we go rave, we kick back and high grade it
your gash? i’ve already laid it
done it three times, no, i never baid it
asked me to [?]
with my [?] i’ll fade it
give you a bald cut just like a shave did
you wanna test me? it’s not worth it
don’t come closer, i’ll turf it
give me a riddim and in seconds, i’ll murk it

[verse 2: nasty jack]
no, i don’t think you really wanna go
then kick back, bro
’cause nasty jack don’t pet
i’ll take your h to the o
and if i don’t like you and i like your girl
then i’ll let you know
i’m a smash t–th mc, nothing but mess
body get exposed
they wanna bread n.a.s.t.y
they don’t like us really
dem guys are all eerie, no, i don’t like fakes
i should slap your face
give you an awful taste
b-l-double-o-d like game
i don’t play no games, and i feel no way
’cause you’re not my mate

[verse 3: stormin]
fake badboys, running up their gums
talking about they’ve got dough and guns
but they’ve got a 2 2, air force ones
showed them a nine-mil, they get the runs
fake rudeboys, running up their t–th
saying they’re rough, when they’re a chief
talking about they’re ready for beef
but when it comes down to it, they’re wetting their brief and
and they’re the fake gunman
talking about how you’re gonna bun man
when i buss two shots, then you’re gonna run, man
n.a.s.t.y get paid to run man
see me in the enzo rolling around
with my ny hat and my trousers down
no, you don’t know how i roll
no, you don’t know how i roll

[verse 4: nasty jack]
codename brixton
not from brixton but i bricks dem
certain funny guy love talk about skeng
got a saw for your crew, i’ve got a saw for your friend
so you love badman talk, set it
ramp with pum pum? nah, i wet it
man are nasty guy, not nice, not petting
when i roll on brehs, no mask, not threatened
they can’t see me
sell ice cream on the block, that’s me
champagne bottle, that boy, that’s me
wile out on ’em totally, that’s me
but when resorting to beef’s too much
knick-knack-paddy-whack, get a new gun
that’s what you get when you’re talking rough
jack ain’t any breh who can’t scuff

- stormin lyrics

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