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The North's Face Lyrics - Artist : Bugzy Malone
I hear that you're looking for me, looking for me (Woo!)
I hear that you're looking for me, looking for me I know that you're [?] (Yo) I know that you're annoyed that I'm running this town (Yo) Swifta Productions But remember (Bugz!) when you come for me, come for me Remember when (2019) you come for me, come for me You know what the fuck it is Huh, watch this And it's B, put it with the dot Put it with the M I go A L O N E If I gotta shoot never with a friend (Woo!) I've got a shipment coming to the ends Tell 'em it's different I don't need a pen Everything straight from the top of the dome Dig it up, aim it for the top of the head Back of the head And it's B put it with the dot Put it with the M A, L O N E Wolf to the game and I might just erupt like Pompeii (Uh) I hear that they're looking for me Well tell them they're looking the wrong way (Uh) You'll find me sitting in a factory talking profits Somebody say grace I said me I'm in a great space King of the North I set pace If this was a game of chess then you already know I checkmate I don't make clothing for the mountains I make my clothes for the estate (Woo!) And watch when the trainers drop fuck's sake somebody better say grace (Uh) I made them triple black for the brothers that are ready to become self-made I wasn't rich when I was on the road but I swear down I was well paid (Mhm) And when I heard you lot were making creps I had to say well played But just know that my creps will spin your trainers like a Beyblade 'Cause this one's a disgrace Tell them to watch this space And when I get my clothes off the ship and into the shop it's a piss-take And when you got Done His Dance taken off the internet Let me just explain Getting on the wrong side of B Malone has gotta be a mistake (Ya, woo) I'm gonna leave this one here cos I spelled this one out (Ah) It's gonna blow like a hand grenade when I've pulled this pin out (Mhm) I used to weigh .9 of a gram on the scales and put it [?] And now I'm competing with North Face with a brand new jet black wig out (Uh) Tell 'em it's B put it with the dot Put it with the M I go A L O N E If I gotta shoot never with a friend (No) I've got a shipment coming to the ends Tell 'em it's different I don't need a pen (Nah) Everything straight from the top of the dome Dig it up aim it for the top of the head (Bang) Back of the head And it's B put it with the dot Put it with the M A, L O N E Wolf to the game and I might just erupt like Pompeii I hear that they're looking for me Well tell them they're looking the wrong way You'll find me sitting in a factory talking profits Somebody say grace Yo! Bugzy Malone see what! Man are sick of these big corporations On some culture vulture shit Finna can come in this fucking culture and use man Try and pay man pennies and all that Start payin' man right Like it's not man that makes this thing [?] in the first place Trust me, it's a fucking B Malone thing In JD, anti JD Trust me, trust me Man! And it's B put it with the dot Put it with the M (What?) I go A L O N E If I gotta shoot never with a friend I've got a shipment coming to the ends Tell 'em it's different I don't need a pen (Woo!) Everything straight from the top of the dome Dig it up, aim it for the top of the head Back of the head And it's B put it with the dot Put it with the M A, L O N E Wolf to the game and I might just erupt like Pompeii I hear that they're looking for me Well tell them they're looking the wrong way You'll find me sitting in a factory talking profits You're gonna say grace, ah |
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