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wiley - rinse lyrics

[chorus]
spitting with the hats
spitting the kicks and the claps
send man a transfer bacs
my name’s staying on the map
yeah
spitting with the hats
spitting the kicks and the claps
send man a transfer bats
my name’s staying on the map

[verse]
stand back, let me launch an attack
bumbahole, i got bars on tap
everybody’s got a wap until the wap jams up
look now, ain’t n0body got a wap
no cap, i was in a room trapped
the trap stinks like vomit and cats
the trap stinks like garbage bags
real trap man know it’s real talk when i chat
570s it’s all black
being here, you coulda never called back
’cause you wish that i woulda quit
but i can’t fall back
you will never get the passport back
done all the half talk chat
’cause, i run all the forecourt inna these flats
i came to let all the people know, i only come with the facts
stand back when i chat, let me ransack
i plan forward, i never plan back
me number one, they could never stand back
but i got the juice to sell so let me can that
anything they can’t control, they ban that
then they tax the sh+t like, take some of that
everybody looking wanna make some of that
hm, bread, let’s break some of that
yo, gyal ah want frills
catch me in the club with a zeze mills
yeah, gyal ah wan’ flex
it’s okay gyal, flex on your ex
’cause you heard that your man was with a gyal inna straford rex
and he didn’t answer your text
your friend told you, now you’re vexed
she was like, “whadyu you expect?”
me and my gyal are fine
i don’t want yours, i only want mine
buy a house, hers and mine
buy a land, hers and mine
buy a car, hers and mine
but the one bag a gyal, i ain’t got time
’cause some gyal wanna be cruel to be kind
mind your business, i will mind mine
william, get a million
i beg unnu fi listen the style i’m giving ’em
put your hands in the air, haha
give me some years, i’ll be a millionaire, haha
i told them like
william, get a million
i beg unnu fi listen the style i’m giving ’em
put your hands in the air, haha
give me some years, i’ll be a millionaire, haha
i told them like
it’s wiley and i’m getting ’em hyper
i get ’em dirty like a baby diaper
who’s on the riddim?
the lyrical sniper
all bad bwoy dem fi flash your lighter
it’s wiley and i’m getting ’em hyper
i get ’em dirty like a baby diaper
who’s on the riddim?
the lyrical sniper
all bad bwoy dem fi flash your lighter
see me just ah creep pon di riddim like a spider
nuff ah dem are my yout, nuff ah dem are minor
i’m a cold rider, gyal finder
now we gotta k!ll it with a 16 liner
draw for the niner
you thought i was a first timer
i’m the roll deep rhymer
watch when i come, i’ma be a chart climber
now we gotta k!ll it a+
oi, stupid
you don’t wanna come here and be stupid
the last soundboy that tried to be stupid
left in a bodybag, stupid
that’s what he got for being stupid
oi, stupid
you don’t wanna come here and be stupid
the last soundboy that tried to be stupid
left in a bodybag, stupid
that’s what he got for being stupid
[chorus]
spitting with the hats
spitting the kicks and the claps
send man a transfer bacs
my name’s staying on the map
yeah
spitting with the hats
spitting the kicks and the claps
send man a transfer bats
my name’s staying on the map, like

- wiley lyrics

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