Lyrics

Back up! Gimme room gimme me space Any funny business spray you with the mace You don't wanna make me get anal, chip away your mental Baseball bat to mans genital Bun a couple zoots with the girls Got a master plan to finesse these males Outta dem bank card, tell him bare tales Boy pussy tighter then most of these gyal Your boyfriend's craving a box in the face Tell him watch that tone lef him in a suitcase Call a couple goons gonna run up on you Hold a man to ransom leave the body in a lake 2020 Dropped birth of the reptile Too many man took me fi heediat 2021 Hella niggas on a checklist Beatrice kiddo the bride ah me that Deyah with Paul, fingers on his balls Bruck off the cocky den I draw for the yay Should I run up on Bryan, hex the prick Glue his asshole shut feed him bare branflakes Slice n dice, pastrami Mash up your future diary, call me yuno gasai Spit acid in mans eye fatality Laugh til I cry while a pussio dies nigga try me Shottin that Charlie Stick a twink bitch with the sharpie Niggas act... Fuck boy call your mum Tell her you love her coz the Bitch Bout to lose her son Back up! Gimme room gimme me space Any funny business spray you with the mace You don't wanna make me get anal, chip away your mental Baseball bat to mans genital Back up! Gimme room gimme me space Any funny business spray you with the mace You don't wanna make me get anal, chip away your mental Baseball bat Send carnations, you don't want complications Send a mans dick to his dads location in a box Sorry that he raised a thot, likkle eediat Reptile b sending shots Start a war with these niggas and thots Bout to wipe the floor with these niggas and thots If you don't want none better run me my gwuap If you tryna get some nigga pull out that Yuh warn fuck with the reptile? Me nuh warn hear backchat Man haffi come with the longest John Fi me bend up me back remix it Hold a fuck nigga down with the tightness The man said him never a fuck a ting like this Til I tie him to the bed, once I lace his patron Call your boyfriend, tell the prick You ain't coming home Listen Reptile b, bury any bitch tryna flex pon me Tell you straight facts and I ain't tryna act Only checking for these niggas when I want it from the back I don't ramp Dash my cutesy bars on one dirty hook To get every man shook Same niggas spittin no fats no femmes Get sprayed with the lead, bare battyman dead Back up! Gimme room gimme me space Any funny business spray you with the mace You don't wanna make me get anal, chip away your mental Baseball bat to mans genital Back up! Gimme room gimme me space Any funny business spray you with the mace You don't wanna make me get anal, chip away your mental Baseball bat I see you doin up bae goals online with your new girlfriend But then I clocked you at urban world but where's your girlfriend? You took me home now you're crying cos you forgot your girlfriend Ah nuh my problem ready fi get open, stick it in my dreamy Gimme that What? You stupid? Don't come with no big talk Man better come with the rifle fi me Bend up mi back and dig it Bout to kill the nigga with the tightness tightness Ayy... quint it up three time fi dat diggin Then he came twice cah my ting set good Call the man if you want but his body's in the woods Back up! Gimme room gimme me space Any funny business spray you with the mace You don't wanna make me get anal, chip away your mental Baseball bat to mans genital Back up! Gimme room gimme me space Any funny business spray you with the mace You don't wanna make me get anal, chip away your mental Baseball bat
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