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tel money - badder than your boyfriend lyrics

[intro]
excuse me miss i’m badder than that+

[hook]
excuse me miss, but i’m badder than your boyfriend (really)
i hate snakes, rats and boy ‘dem
i got country spots to employ man
send them out the city like croydon (alright)
hackney baby, haringey lingo, these n+ggas and girls are simple (bait)
i got a turkish girl with dimples, but i can’t stand her big nose (ha+ha)
them man there love me, the paigons hate me, the gyal ‘dem want me, the feds on f+ckeries (f+ckeries)
just fill up the car with booters, turn around a bar like undies (baow)
picture me rolling, guns exploding, change these plates cah the whip be stolen (skrt)
the clip comes filled like foden, hit him in his head where he’s baldin’
hit him in his head where his things receding, i like black gyal moaning breathing (uh+uh)
it’s a h+ll of lightbulbs i’m wheeling, with a brownin all evening
push that white gyal straight off the block (uh+uh)
i got corners on boxes shots (i do)
i got boxes on boxes locked, and i make the guns ‘dem pop (baow)
i’m in hakkasan with my rambo, asbo, i drive more than i can handle (uh+uh)
remember [?] days with vandone, two camden n+ggas got canceled
punch man’s in and out his mouth, and stab man’s face while he’s on the ground (uh+uh)
we be the talk of the town, in n16 how we get down (yeah)
mind your mouth when you talk on the ends, i got more burners than friends
i got a h+lla corn stuffed in them, put him in a box like blems (blem)
put him in a box like a pair of b30s, i had two on my blade from early
signed to the streets like durky, mandem we going on a journey (get round)
kb rev on the gas, come we take a trip round them man’s flats (let’s go)
come get it back in blood, i want it in cash like nina stacks (uh+uh)
they talk sh+t on the net for clout, till corn get sent at your house (at your house)
one of the realest about, i still got bottoms k!lling the drought (k!ll them)
[chorus]
excuse me miss, but i’m badder than your boyfriend
up front like man doing [?] (uh+uh)
don’t conversate with boy ‘dem, back out straps and woi ‘dem (woi, woi)
excuse me miss, but i’m badder than your boyfriend
up front like man doing [?] (uh+uh)
don’t conversate with boy ‘dem, back out straps and woi ‘dem (woi, woi)

- tel money lyrics

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