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tempa t - dun know naaoowwww lyrics

[intro]
tempz
[?] is an illusion
and that reality is simply a figment of the imagination

[verse 1]
i don’t really like that guy, i’m gonna fight him
like i might go, don’t think i won’t bite him
not really on it, i can see a man sliding
he wants to join up, pair up, side ting
none of my goons in my camp like him
not a big threat, little man, go size him
357 bruddas wanna bite him
see another brudda in the bits, sight him
them man there get creps, get creps
on the curbside get left, get left
don’t wanna see a enemy get less
playing my game but you know i play chess
patient now but you know i stay vexed
when your time comes, you’re gonna regret
if i do what i do, you’re gonna say “sh-t!”
f-ck that, i’m p-ssed

[hook]
p-ssed now, you better know that you’re all p-ssed now
see the leng in my hand, brudda wanna try it, different naow
he don’t really want that war
that guy there should’ve knocked his door
i will swing that gat and knock his jaw
leave that boy, leave him on the floor
different naow
come around here, get turn up now
my man thought it was a games ting, gonna come round here and blaze him now
357, that goes bow
them boy there standing up, go down
2016, should’ve known about this, my time to show you dun know naow

[verse 2]
dun know now, my mans’ telling me ‘dun know how’
like lethal b you better dun know pow
can’t take me for a lickle man now
lickle man who? lickle man what?
my man here get a bigger man shot
don’t care if you’re that guy on the block
that guy with a manbag, watch
don’t care if you stand up in the back
don’t care if you put ps in a sack
don’t care if you carry coal in a sack
you can have food block beaters in a cunch
fire with a shizzy, more time for a punch
you could be the guy with a gank on your waist, f-ck that man will get busy with a bunch
you man are wash, you man are wash

[verse 3]
everyday, everyday, i get spraying
violate me rudeboy, i’m not playing
irritate me, i’m mashing up man, going on like goku super saiyan
man can’t come around me and start baiting
which kind of boy, which boy [?]
into the night starts, everyone’s swaying
don’t wanna slice but somebody’s paying
them man there keep talking the crud but when i come round they’re ‘what you gonna say?’
get your face smashed through a car side window, i’m looking at man like ‘what you gonna say?’
you can -ssume that i’m still on the jokes but it’s so evident that i don’t wanna play
see, i’m gonna come through and bad things, dun know i’m gonna say what i say

[verse 4]
all of that rough talk, all of that cr-p
all of that gun talk, all of that smack
all of that food game, all of that trap
on the m1, i bet you might fall for the raff
all of that knife game, all of that shank
must be busy, hands on with the gank
close your mouth, you’re a bitty on crack
when we come around here, all of that, all of that
yo, yo, all of that, all of that
you said you bust shots, all of that, all of that
you only got p for the 357 but you ain’t got the link, all of that, all of that
my man said he’s going cunch
he’s only got a 8 for the press, what the f-ck, what the f-ck
all of that, all of what?
get a 95? rudeboy, get a job

- tempa t lyrics

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