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wiley - u would get wileup lyrics

[intro]
yo
eskiboy
one take bang nothing long
tunnel vision (boy better know)
volume 3 (roll deep, all day)
you know who i am, listen (you know who i am)
yo

[verse]
i’m the reason grime is a name brand
ever since you’ve been spitting bars
i’ve been raining down just like rayman
knowledge of a caveman, old school like ray bans
you went jail for a ban i’ve had eight bans
just ’cause he bored up walker
that don’t mean i gotta rate man
i can relate man but it’s mic war and i don’t even hate man
there’s no way on earth you can hear me and say you don’t rate man
“i’m a sinner” was a hit from the day i vocalled it
simple and plain, stand up, stand up
it’s hard to waste man like me ain’t you noticed
i cater for everybody’s taste and the level’s so high
you can’t win just one race man ’cause you gotta win bare
and if you appear on [?] and status is big that won’t even save man
it’s me and tali, watch me war rally
back and get busy with a bat and a bally
i got stabbed but the brehs ain’t rough
if you ask me the one who bored me was a dox you’re a doppy
i come around every year like a poppy
i’ve been cold-hearted i used to shot bobby
who wants to rob me blud you’re a doppy
mind i don’t come through catch you slipping you’re sloppy
flow like a shotty you flicked a swag phone when, i’ve got a nokky
me i roll deep setting toppy, p-ssy you’re lobby, i’m keen score just like robbie
i’m a rudeboy on the roads but some mcs they act silly like noddy
you’re even, and i’m oddy, i make big dough but i ain’t got a jobbie
so, it’s me, back with a banger
i got the keys to the blocks in your manor
i roll deep, can’t see me in the manor
can’t come to war with [?] or spanner
man roll like the force of a tie with jammer
your crew’s bad still but my crew’s badder
i ain’t scratchy d but i’m sharp like a dagger
and i will be anywhere plotting in your manor
it didn’t work when i had a yearly planner
go to excel and you can ask hannah
i was on my r6 rolling through your manor
check for mario and mega montana
don’t get hyped you’re not a gun clapper
going on like you was a lyrical dapper
you could never teach me nuttin’ ’bout grime
you could never teach me nuttin’ ’bout ragga
when i’m on a set i’ve got spitters on edge
you feel comfy ’cause your mates wedge
pr-ck didn’t know that i’m livin’ on the edge
if you had a real problem you would’ve said but
you want it to be something it’s not so i wile out
lose it, start seeing red
badmind yute’s get a clap round the head
don’t act the fool ’cause your best mates wedge
look here’s another one looking for a stripe mind out
you don’t wanna get caught in a hype
if i was you i would just come outta the hype
i might have beef on any other night
it’s like you want beef on every other night
the way you go around on road and pick fights
getting blood on your brand new nikes
me and my boys roll off on bikes
jack you’re not ready it’s long i’ll bring two out
blud i’ll have arms that will come and take you out
can’t slew willy i’m a g who are you out
more time you sing songs now you wanna slew
i’m racing past you out here
not a waste, i’ll waste your whole crew out
your flow ain’t new out, you don’t bring two out
thought you was gonna save the day
didn’t work, they don’t need you out
we don’t need you out, you ain’t got a clue out
go back to school that’s where they like you out
come into the game tryna up my game but i will merk you out
i’m number one now two out, you’re not even a hundred and two out
to the kids you knew out, your bars ain’t true out
mess with who out, test with who out
nj, nj, i will take you out

[outro]
get me
tunnel vision volume 3
man’s going on shower right now you know that
man is going on so shower right now
tunnel vision volume 3, boy better know, roll deep
east, north, south, west, london
we run dat rudeboy, we run dem ting dere no
hol’ on tight!

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