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Bandokay Featuring Headie One - Rivals (Lyrics)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bandokay
Bandokay
Rap
Headie One
Headie One
Rap
Jacob Manson
Jacob Manson
Performer
AOD
AOD
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Manson
Jacob Manson
Composer
Casey James
Casey James
Composer
Irving Adjei
Irving Adjei
Composer
Kemani Bandokay Duggan
Kemani Bandokay Duggan
Composer
Thomas Randolph Bell
Thomas Randolph Bell
Composer
Alastair O'Donnell
Alastair O'Donnell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jacob Manson
Jacob Manson
Producer
AOD
AOD
Producer
Adam Lunn
Adam Lunn
Mixing Engineer
Jeremy Cooper
Jeremy Cooper
Mastering Engineer
Dukus
Dukus
Engineer

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Bandz Brr, boi Grr Heard she want a shooter, a'ight, cool (facts) I'ma put you on the 'Gram, go viral (yeah) I'm in yard, hand gun with a rifle Everything's dead if I say it's my call (brr, boi) Bandz, jump out the ride, or I cycle (what else?) Watch Marnz beat it like Michael Four-four long nose bine full (a'ight), just for the rivals I'm in Paris by the Eiffel Catch corn if you run with the oppers (boi) 38, send him right to the doctors I'm with nets by P shop Let the glee pop, we don't like imposters Yo, they got bradz in the can like fosters Broadwater farm, that's gorillas and monsters Killers and shotters, I like the noise from the dots But the spinners a knockers Yo, jump out, jump in, keep ducking feds They all know how to use their fucking legs (they do) Shawty, she's a mad gyal, I'ma mad man All she wants is fucking sex (stress) I'm in libs just spent five jibs I'm done for the night, let's give it a fucking rest (or should I?) Fuck opps, fuck cops, yeah, fuck the feds Fuck y- and fuck the rest Me and Akz, that's double trouble Me and X in tape, that's a double bubble (X in tape) No Insta' baddie can cuddle, cuddle Sorry to burst your bubble, bubble (brr) I'm on the line, wet man, puddle, puddle Quiz it out, no puzzle, puzzle Dig him up, dig him up (yeah, dig it up), shovel, shovel I ain't beefing with Russ, who's Russel, Russel? (No) Yo, wet him up, jook him up, stab him up Hold him there, get his face, grab him up, wack him up Took blood okay, get it back, back in blood Back out the 32, man down, slap him up Four-four, four-five, three-eight, three-two Three corn in the woosh, skid round beat two (boi) Creep through, nine double M gonna teach you Fly out the back seat and boi, boi Heard she want a shooter, a'ight, cool I'ma put you on the 'Gram, go viral (oh, yeah) I'm in yard, hand gun with a rifle Everything's dead if I say it's my call (boi, boi) Bandz, jump out the ride or I cycle Watch Marnz beat it like Michael Four-four long nose bine full, just for the rivals I'm in Paris by the Eiffel Heard she want a shooter, a'ight, cool (I do) I'ma put you on the 'Gram, go viral (boi) I'm in yard, hand gun with a rifle Everything's dead if I say it's my call (facts) Bandz, jump out the ride or I cycle (brr) Watch Marnz beat it like Michael Four-four long nose bine full, just for the rivals I'm in Paris by the Eiffel (One) It's vital, gotta be mindful Is this fuckery something you'll die for? (No) Out 'til late, better open your eyeballs Demons outside, looking for rivals You'll see a laser Then get followed by ten on a bike, I'm like the disciples Ask yourself what you really outside for? Can't be Spotify, Apple and Tidal We was doing opp block, on a bicycle Two marked X five's, but they ain't tribal You'll see the opp boys try dip them Try do them like Kasim and Drybones (and again, and again) Induction, wing was insightful Sweat box, coming like a urinal Ask God for forgiveness Had to lie on my hand on that bible Kway back, it was three on three's on the sidewalk Done too many cold nights on a Bando Swear me and James had to bond, no skyfall Two-fours, had my brolley on like broski (broski) I was tryna scratch something like vinyls To start off my glide from lido Yo, wet him up, jook him up, stab him up Hold him there, get his face, grab him up, wack him up Took blood okay, get it back, back in blood Back out the 32, man down, slap him up Four-four, four-five, three-eight, three-two Three corn in the woosh, skid 'round, beat two Creep through, nine double M gonna teach you Fly out the back seat and boi, boi Heard she want a shooter, a'ight, cool (yeah) I'ma put you on the 'Gram, go viral (oh, yeah) I'm in yard, hand gun with a rifle Everything's dead if I say it's my call (boi, boi) Bandz, jump out the ride or I cycle Watch Marnz beat it like Michael Four-four long nose bine full, just for the rivals I'm in Paris by the Eiffel
Writer(s): Casey James, Jacob Oliver Manson, Irving Ampofo Adjei, Alastair Joseph O'donnell, Kemani Kane Duggan, Thomas Randolph Bell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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