Lyrics: Hype And Fever
F*** the bando
Turnt mums 4 bed into a dank grow
Times were tough man we needed bank roll
Gyally give me sugar like sweet mango
Hey my girl
Gi mi gi mi some, when she want di eh eh
Then mi haffi fling it dung
Apna Kala used to smoke a lot of marijuana when I used to cha cha
With the bad
Big batty gyaly from Zimbabwe
Bengali baddy she call me bebay
1 ting in common is they strip for the pay
Clean up clean up when they shake shake shake
And when I teach I’m the drippy dude
Walking around colly in my jimmy choos
All I do is tell the truth gotta show these youtes how to get it without selling food
F*** a G check I get respect I got exes that dance on a pole
Wetters and burners I seen children murdered
It’s mad I don’t even do road
When I speak to the children it’s realness I’m preaching trust me this world can be cold
Life ain’t always cosy it can get lonely
Money comes and money goes
Bra ta ta ta
Bluku bluku mi seh bluku bye bye , We nuh linga bus a gun finga x4
Pew pew pew
Bluku bang fi yuh b***dc****
Touch mic and mi dun dance
Uno scatta like bad man a draw fi di weh and him Mek gun blast
She seh pretty pretty please
When she want bluku bluku wiked wiked beat
When money haffi Mek then I’m a busy busy bee
Mi run tings nuh tings run me
Really does my ting
Money talk so mi fund my ting
Make di place seh bluku
And mi nuh even in a gun man ting
Coz when I teach I’m the drippy guy
Walking around your school in gisuepe slides
All I do is set the vibe
Gotta tell these yutes how to get it without selling lies
F*** a G check I get respect I got exes that dance on a pole
Wetters and burners I seen children murdered
It’s mad I don’t even do road
When I speak to the children it’s realness I’m preaching trust me this world can be cold
Life ain’t always cosy it can get lonely
Money comes and money goes
Bra ta ta ta
Bluku bluku mi seh bluka bye bye, We nuh linga bus a gun finga x 4
Pew pew pew