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[Chorus: AM]
What you gonna when the crashers summin’?
What’s that smell in the air?
Pull it in gear and let’s go hunting?
That wi-wi gave them a 100
Du-du, du-du, bands on me
Noddy or leave
I don’t want no discussion
You ain’t tryna make bread or nuffin’
What you gonna when the crashers summin’?
What’s that smell in the air?
Pull it in gear and let’s go hunting?
That wi-wi gave them a 100
Du-du, du-du, bands on me
Noddy or leave
I don’t want no discussion
You ain’t tryna make bread or nufin’

[Verse 1: AM]
Girls on man cah the music bangs
Nuff times she wet her panties
Man love chat till I step ‘pon flats
And her legs get wee like bambies
Opps outrageous, giving out statements
Tryna crash corn at families
Beef intense, so I cop me a skeng
Tryna rain on dem, Ashanti
Free K-Crash, he was doing up Viking
Why you gonna be so wassy?
Girls on me, and I like her loads
But she moves too young like Ashley
Would wife a gladly, but she don’t get me
All she wanna do is stress me
Stay away from trident
Y.AM just violent
He’s not tryna impress me
Big .45 with a Muay Thai kick
But the kickback kick like Jet-Li
Doing up houses bit by bit
But the bit brix loves Coke and Pepsi
You already know dat I beat your chick
If you don’t want wood just let me
Man just ran when I wave that stick
Cah the shotgun long and hefty
Miles tryna catch dem fishing in C
Mans been to the C, there’s plenty
Think about me
I was raised in the C, had 2 shotguns at 20
Trident on me, IC3
Roll with the blue like Bentley
She was on me, nuttin ain’t free
True say the kid been trendy (Mally)

[Chorus]
What you gonna when the crashers summin’?
What’s that smell in the air?
Pull it in gear and let’s go hunting?
That wi-wi gave them a 100
Du-du, du-du, bands on me
Noddy or leave
I don’t want no discussion
You ain’t tryna make bread or nuffin’
What you gonna when the crashers summin’?
What’s that smell in the air?
Pull it in gear and let’s go hunting?
That wi-wi gave them a 100
Du-du, du-du, bands on me
Noddy or leave
I don’t want no discussion
You ain’t tryna make bread or nuffin’

[Verse 2: Skengdo]
410’s wet, what?
Splash him, and splash his friend
Ayy Ayy, Y.AM Sav ‘mence
He’ll do him and do his friend
Oh gosh, he went on the bloody net
Talking hella nonsense
I’ll splash him and splash his friend
Trap stack, man can’t do it like TS
Man need to loww all the vocal
The boy try speak and he still got beating
You got changed and he left you
Question?, Are you gonna back you bredrin?
Kick down doors like Kungfu
Wave it around and now everyone is stressin’ (du-du bow)
They ask “why we ain’t social?”
Cos most mans fake and they ain’t in my intrest
Look at you, splashing on cotton
I’ll just sip on my tea and left him
Boy better have that plan
Cah me and the g’s investing
Skengs, ding-dongs, rolls of work
I’m poppin’ it eas’ on a next ting
Bro-bro set that trend
You better do that shit like your best friend
Filly, 410, F Blocka be the best ends
You couldn’t be gang
Ahh me you stressin’
As we say round here “you done out ‘ere, that’s a lesson”

[Chorus: AM]
What you gonna when the crashers summin’?
What’s that smell in the air?
Pull it in gear and let’s go hunting?
That wi-wi gave them a 100
Du-du, du-du, bands on me
Noddy or leave
I don’t want no discussion
You ain’t tryna make bread or nuffin’
What you gonna when the crashers summin’?
What’s that smell in the air?
Pull it in gear and let’s go hunting?
That wi-wi gave them a 100
Du-du, du-du, bands on me
Noddy or leave
I don’t want no discussion
You ain’t tryna make bread or nuffin’

(Verse 1)
First nigga, niggas first
First record nigga sound quick
I ain’t the type of people you can mess quick or make a name out of his mind
I’m a record lable, i make a record label between your mind
Between the line you can distinguish i and you out, Wu first clan in tang big deal
I’m not the type you can diss quick, i’m a family man
I first introduced you to rap not pap or trap you mingle into
Shot up your mouth big too, hahahaha, nigga slap on my face my face down
Nigga quick rap on about the jerk i’m into, my face blown down too
I fucked your wife you fucked my bitch too, bee shot up your face down well
Before i crossed your line my time ain’t wasted on rhymes line, high bitch first crossed your line
Now, you think you gat somethin’ to rap fake gee

(Chorus 1)
Alebumaye killin’ shovelin’ killin’ shovelin’ alebumaye
Alebumaya killin’ shovelin’ killin’ shovelin’ alebumaye
Big shot the fuck up

Alebumaye killin shovelin’ killin’ shovelin’ alebumaye
Alebumaye killin shovelin killin’ shovelin’ alebumaye

(Verse 2)
First record i signed my son and i myself
Never forget biggie and pac death row, local gees, force militant, amy first habbit
Record suit addict cocaine congrat me make me out of sense
I’m in greedy i don’t feel the line i don’t feel it at all
I don’t mean it i don’t mess around like you B that call yourself G
Bitch to God gat somethin’ or nothin’ to say
I’m on my own i label my senses my record and my soul
Monkey tie ain’t suit me, but love the fitted up on my neck
Monkey tie ain’t sit me, but i love the size only up on my neck
Lonely, day i’m on my own i think i forget about more than i think i gat
I forget about it all, all i thought, all i got i and all i had
But the day goes on like tin and bring all day back
Today is another day entirely i reap my way, i sat down and i see myself back line

(Chorus 2)
Alebumaye killin’ shovelin’ killin’ shovelin’ alebumaye
Alebumaye killin’ shovelin’ killin shovelin’ alebumaye
I’m plannin’ ahead every moment i sit

Alebumaye killin’ shovelin’ killin’ alebumaye
Alebumaye killin shovelin’ killin’shovelin’ alebumaye
I’m plannin’ ahead whenever i sit

[Intro: Haile & Stefflon Don]
Yeah, in my zone, yeah, yeah
We haffi do it ’til the mornin’ come
Oh, you know we haffi do it ’til the mornin’ come

[Verse 1: Stefflon Don]
He only messin’ with the real don, call too rude
If I ever got a problem, he got one too
Guns cock if you don’t cry, everythin’ die
No boy could never test I, that would never fly
So what you sayin’ to me?
Uh, Will to the Jada
Elizabeth, he need me like the paper
I got a bad attitude and it stink
But he still loves me like alcoholic loves a drink
Can you love my imperfections?
Stretch marks any part in the section
Quick thoughts, no phones or reception
My baby keep me calm with affection

[Chorus: Haile]
Why I never whine my favourite girl
Sing out you are my favourite girl
Lookin’ at me, aye, my favourite girl
Go down, go down, I hear it
Sing out the song now, oh
What is this loving?
Only you know
Sing out you are my favourite girl
You know you are my girl
Say she haffi do it ’til the mornin’ come
Work, work, work, work, work
Get love in di phone ’til the callin’ done
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 2: Stefflon Don]
(Don, uh)
[?], heard I’m next up, yeah, I’m on draft
Labels stop when I ring ’cause I’m hot prob’
Puttin’ rocks where my vest up, all that chest love
Foreign rocks like it’s hopscotch and I won’t stop
I dismiss all you chicks
Spit from the E 5th and I’m proud
Here’s to BIG PON
Diamonds lookin’ like my albino friend
Stick with, repossession tick when they hear the click, click
Pussy drippin’ like a broken tap, drip, drip
Boss up, call me [?] make it clap
Belly fat, pussy poppin’ from the fat

[Chorus: Haile & Stefflon Don]
Why I never whine my favourite girl
Sing out you are my favourite girl
Lookin’ at me, aye, my favourite girl
Go down, go down, I hear it
Sing out the song now, oh
What is this loving?
Only you know
Sing out you are my favourite girl
You know you are my girl
‘Cause you know we haffi do it ’til the mornin’ come
Broken, work, work, work, work, work
Give me good livin’ so mi [?]
Broken, work, work, work, work, work

[Bridge: Stefflon Don]
Yeah, babe, you know mi not gon’ lie
I’ll never break a guy, hopin’ I don’t lie
You don’t see mi with no other guy
Baby, you set the temperature high
Lovin’ what you do, what you do to me
Give me good love, I don’t need money
Love the way you whine up on my body
Love the way you whine up on my body
Mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm

[Chorus: Haile]
Why I never whine my favourite girl
Sing out you are my favourite girl
Lookin’ at me, aye, my favourite girl
Go down, go down, I hear it
Sing out the song now, oh
What is this loving?
Only you know
Sing out you are my favourite girl
You know you are my girl
Say she haffi do it ’til the mornin’ come
Work, work, work, work, work
Get love in di phone ’til the callin’ done
Work, work, work, work, work
Say she haffi do it ’til the mornin’ come
Broken, work, work, work, work, work
Get love in di phone ’til the callin’ done
Work, work, work, work, work

[Intro]
Grimez

[Verse 1]
Fuck a nigga bring a bitch round
Let me show him how to stack P
Precious heavy, yeah, we crackin’ drinks
This is everyting that I forseen
Mummy cryin’ that was back when
Steff Don was a likkle youth
Now I’m grown, she don’t cry tears
‘Cause I drop racks, that’s mother care
Payin’ is what they gon’ do
Hearin’ comments, sayin’ shit for likes
I’ma wish those likes paid
Check the page, that’s android
That CCTV footage
Bitch, you need a new phone
How you comment in them shit you don’t own?

[Chorus]
Pull up on then they never stick around
Please don’t comapre me to these pussy bitches now
Precious heavy, yeah, we crackin’ drinks
We run the city, ain’t nobody in my lane
Pull up on then they never stick around
Please don’t comapre me to these pussy bitches now
Precious heavy, yeah, we crackin’ drinks
We run the city, everybody know my name

[Verse 2]
Rappers’ bodies gettin’ carried away
Don’t bury them ‘less you’re a minute late
Very blessed when I check my safe
My name ringin’ in every state
5-star on my sheets
40 racks while I sleep
Killin’ niggas and bitches too
Discrimination, I don’t do
Promise to win, I’ll never lose
Fuck a ring, I’m drippin’ juice
No love but self love
Selfless but caught up
Dumyoung ting, torn up
Fuck boys get your money up
Bitches mad ’cause I’m comin’ up

[Chorus]
Pull up on then they never stick around
Please don’t comapre me to these pussy bitches now
Precious heavy, yeah, we crackin’ drinks
We run the city, ain’t nobody in my lane
Pull up on then they never stick around
Please don’t comapre me to these pussy bitches now
Precious heavy, yeah, we crackin’ drinks
We run the city, everybody know my name

[Verse 3]
Time runnin’ out of focus
Slide bitches, mai tai, you haffi go look
If you know my side, you know that I’m with the stuff
Watch it when I ride, don’t compare me, oh
Pull up in the drop top
Mixtape fire, know you had to stop drop
Fuckin’ with my mother, eat your 16 shots
Ting so secure, I don’t need no padlock
Dem could never walk in my shoes
Dem could never get a 1.2
I don’t even lie, just tell the truth
I just tell the truth
Dem could never walk in my shoes
Dem could never get a 1.2
I don’t even lie, just tell the truth
I just tell the truth, mmm

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
This the realest shit I ever said (DJ Khaled!)
They don’t want us to make it
They want us miserable, they want us broke
They wanna finish us
They don’t want us to win (another one)
So we gon’ win more pon dem bumboclaat

[Verse 1: Stefflon Don]
They don’t wan see mi mek it
Everyday, another ghetto yute haffi leg it
Dem a just neglected
All dem try on a set, none a dem couldn’t set it
Dem nuh wan see we mek it
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see we mek it
Turn dem and we set it
Every hour mi win, dem nuh don’t wan mi see get it

[Pre-Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Big mi up pon the lean, star
But we know that the fussy dem nuh don’t like we
Dem wan itch up, itch up in a corner
But they just wan spite we

[Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see we win

[Verse 2: Stefflon Don]
Dem badmind and jealous
Dem a pree mi ting, a wish bad fi it
But God blessings, a God mi seh
God blessings, a God mi seh
Every night, mi a pray to Jah, me seh
Dem nuh really badmind like dem, no
Clean heart a win everyday, good over evil a wan mi seh
Fuck all dem badmind people dem
Dem all dirty, dem all dirty, yeah
Dem nuh don’t wan see we win
People hot and badmind, dem nuh wan see we win
Dem a chat ’bout mi ting
Chat dem a chat but dem nah do a ting
Dem nuh wan see we win, dem nuh wan see we win
Chat dem a chat ’bout mi ting but
Not a penny dem have inna dem bank book

[Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Chat dem a chat but dem nah do a ting

[Verse 3: Stefflon Don]
You nah fi ask if I got it like dat
Fresh, ever clean, everyting haffi match
Money haffi spend but the money come back
Batty fat, belly fat, everyting just a drop
Ever just make it like dat
Mi haffi carry nuff pressure pon mi back
Mi momma get nuff lick fi from mi daddy
So mi haffi make sure that she have it
So try chat to mi, chat to mi
Nuh a dem gyal a can’t chat to mi
Chat patois if you can, then nuh chat to mi
Face pretty but yuh inside damn ugly
So gwan yam batty
Likkle girl, go find your baby daddy
Hmmm, we can’t find nowhere
Look a job and ready, drop a sleep
The fucka wish dem a me

[Pre-Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Big mi up pon the lean, star
But we know that the fussy dem nuh don’t like we
Dem wan itch up, itch up in a corner
But they just wan spite we

[Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Chat dem a chat but dem nah do a ting

[Outro: DJ Khaled]
Some bwoy dem a choose evil
We choose Jah
They played themselves
You can’t stop what’s destined in the wind
Stefflon Don, they wanna finish you
They want you broke, they want you miserable
So make sure you become a billionaire