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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kuba Hus
Kuba Hus
Songwriter
Miron Dunikowski
Miron Dunikowski
Songwriter
Leo Featherstone
Leo Featherstone
Songwriter
Ben Coleman
Ben Coleman
Songwriter
Christie McCrudden
Christie McCrudden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Miroff
Miroff
Producer
Kuba Hus
Kuba Hus
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah Mystik coming in all guns blazing Aye Aye Aye Aye! Mystik coming in all guns blazing Can't tell if he's mashed or amazing Got the new style For a good while You know we got the whole dancehall crazy (Woah!) Tryna feel something deeper Coming out of these speakers (Yeah) Right next to the sub, Uh! Imma take all this stuff Now I wanna show you love (Aye, Aye) One more bump get outta the club Sunrise hits my eyes and I blush It's a lot it's never enough Yeah, we onna UK buzz (Yeah) Still fucked and feeling the rush It's Sakawah Boys on the dub (Check) Come trip get high with us This beat come lovely Che, so lovely jubbly (Woo!) Yeah, your girl she loving it (Ow!) She tryna rub up on it Rub up on her bumper Mans not hot I took off my jumper Ellesse, no kappa MC, no rapper Massive attack I'm macking Not asking (Aye) A zoot, and I'm passing (Yes) To left, I'm done talking Che, listen up darling Yo, I woke up in the morning (Aye) I'm bored, got me yawning Get school'd, I'm done learning (Yeah) All this broccoli that I'm burning (Yo) All this money that I've been earning Pick apart a swisher then I flick it to the right (What?) I still nick a car and flip it yeah, and tell a man it's mine And I wanna get a milli, what? before I'm 29 Back strap in the back seat, sit back, sip wine That's whine like dutty (Uh) Eat a chip butty (Aye) My waters clear and your's still muddy (Yeah) There still done while I'm still cooking You're just mad cuz your girls looking (Hah) You might say you want it But you want it for the loan (Where?) I do this for the vibe And I do this on my own (Oh) Do this on the road I could do this at home (Woo!) If you want a big wave just dial up my phone You're on the gram while I'm off a gram Used to play myself, now they play our sets (Uh-huh) At them clubs all around the town (Aye) On them airwaves cause we got that loud (Uh!) She wanna know where's the accent from Cause I don't sound like I'm from around Big business here we don't fuck about (Aye!) Dropped some bars then I copped a flat (Aye!) Off my face still above the ground (Uh-huh) Just reload this shit if I don't wake up (Uh!) You hear a reload and you know it's us (Uh-huh) I need a reload and I'm off to mars Like, shades on eyes low Find me at the rave, aye aye aye! Bare smoke let's toast To all my mistakes, aye aye aye!
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