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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ghetts
Ghetts
Vocals
Shakka
Shakka
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Clarke-Samuel
Justin Clarke-Samuel
Lyrics
Shakka Philip
Shakka Philip
Composer
Silvano Stuurman
Silvano Stuurman
Composer
Reiss Nicholas
Reiss Nicholas
Composer
Lance Agyepong
Lance Agyepong
Composer
Etienne Lutanki
Etienne Lutanki
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Incredibles
The Incredibles
Producer
Joe Hirst
Joe Hirst
Mixing Engineer
Stuart Hawkes
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
I-i-incredible
[Chorus]
Run out of rum, I re-up the car
Ah, you know my ting
She wants to laugh cos of the 'ha'
Ah, you know my ting
Dark skin or light, ain't got a type
Ah, you know my ting
We spend pounds, you make sounds
Ah, you know my ting
Fam, you know my ting
Fam, you know my ting
Fam, you know my ting
Fam, you know my ting
Fam, she already know my ting
She ready to go home and ting
Like fam, you know my ting
Fam, you know my- (Ting)
Shut up
[Verse 1]
Rude boy
Got your baby in my new toy
I made her be national
I took Nat west before you Llyod
My turn
I was in this queue before you joined
Eye this, night shift
She don't deserve no penthouse viewpoint
[PreChorus]
Don Gorgon, Don Dada
Dun all of them mans badder
Mr lover lover like Shabba
And all the peng tings in the manor
No skeletons in my wardrobe
Just bags worth of swagger
What the fuck's that on your torso?
That ain't worth the hanger
[Chorus]
Run out of rum, I re-up the car
Ah, you know my ting
She wants to laugh cos of the 'ha'
Ah, you know my ting
Dark skin or light, ain't got a type
Ah, you know my ting
We spend pounds, you make sounds
Ah, you know my ting
Fam, you know my ting
Fam, you know my ting
Fam, you know my ting
Fam, you know my ting
Fam, she already know my ting
She ready to go home and ting
Like fam, you know my ting
Fam, you know my- (Ting)
Shut up
[Verse 2]
Bad man
Yours wife's postcode in my Sat-Nav
WiFi code in my iPhone
Leave the toilet seat up and smash that
So many condoms in the trash bag
Man's gonna think it's a gang bang
Man's got a girl doing cartwheels
Backflips
Handstands
[PreChorus]
Don Gorgon, Don Dada
Dun all of them mans badder
Mr lover lover like Shabba
And all the peng tings in the manor
No skeletons in my wardrobe
Just bags worth of swagger
What the fuck's that on your torso?
That ain't worth the hanger
[Chorus]
Run out of rum, I re-up the car
Ah, you know my ting
She wants to laugh cos of the 'ha'
Ah, you know my ting
Dark skin or light, ain't got a type
Ah, you know my ting
We spend pounds, you make sounds
Ah, you know my ting
Fam, you know my ting
Fam, you know my ting
Fam, you know my ting
Fam, you know my ting
Fam, she already know my ting
She ready to go home and ting
Like fam, you know my ting
Fam, you know my- (Ting)
Shut up
[Verse 3]
Yeah
[Chorus]
Run out of rum, I re-up the car
Ah, you know my ting
She wants to laugh cos of the 'ha'
Ah, you know my ting
Dark skin or light, ain't got a type
Ah, you know my ting
We spend pounds, you make sounds
Ah, you know my ting
Fam, you know my ting
Fam, you know my ting
Fam, you know my ting
Fam, you know my ting
Fam, she already know my ting
She ready to go home and ting
Like fam, you know my ting
Fam, you know my- (Ting)
Shut up
Written by: Etienne Lutanki, Justin Clarke-Samuel, Lance Agyepong, Reiss Nicholas, Shakka Philip, Silvano Stuurman
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