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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dizzee Rascal
Dizzee Rascal
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bugzy Malone
Bugzy Malone
Composer
Dan Farber
Dan Farber
Composer
Dylan Mills
Dylan Mills
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dizzee Rascal
Dizzee Rascal
Producer
Dan Farber
Dan Farber
Producer
Mike Marsh
Mike Marsh
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Close, close
Wanna get close on the coast
Ghost, ghost
Don't pose and I don't post
Close, close
Wanna get close on the coast
Ghost, ghost
[Verse 2]
Picking me a winner
Picky hair when I was a little bit thinner
3310 with a customized ringer
I was tryna holler at Lavinia
But she wasn't ina
'Cause I was a sinner
Thought I was a minger, never had a Beamer
Rollin' through the ends on a stolen Aprilia
Waitin' for the Domino's guy to deliver
[Verse 3]
For a free dinner
Thought I knew it all I was just a beginner
Never was a singer
I was on pirate radio way before I heard Mike Skinner
Wagwan killer
Yeah, that's my ****
Talk about race but it's just way bigger
I ain't gonna waste no time on Twitter
Done with the jibba
Cry me a river
Say it to my face or say it to my trigger
You go figure
Or reconsider
Indian giver
Lookin' for a chocolate girl with a hint of vanilla
And she can bring an Indian with her
I just want a bosom for a pillow
And I got a little bit o' scrilla
We can get a boat and we can get a villa
Or we can be on South Beach, real **** liver
All killer, no filler
[Verse 4]
I don't wanna brag or boast
I don't cater and I don't host
But when they ask what I do
I say I do the most
Then I get ghost
On the coast like I am supposed
Don't pose and I do not post
And that's why these girls wanna try and play me
[Verse 5]
Close, close
Wanna get close on the coast
Ghost, ghost
Don't pose and I don't post
Close, close
Wanna get close on the coast
Ghost, ghost
[Verse 6]
They ain't put food on my table
I rock the cradle
Big dirty stinkin' logo
I rock the label
I've been doin' this since cable
I was on the graveyard shift in the studio
Only popped out for a salt beef bagel
I was on the roads when it was unstable
I'm not an angel
Beef had more than a plateful
But I ain't hateful
Born in the '80s, year of the able
Come back eighteen, coulda been a facial
Woulda been painful
Raised in the '90s
It was still racial
Bloody disgraceful
Why these youths so bloody ungrateful
Talk about grime like I ain't a staple
I'm was on the mic when you was in playschool
Stabbed six times, yo, it coulda been fateful
Woulda been six foot deep on my bredrin's t-shirt
Lookin' distasteful
Woulda been wasteful
Never woulda seen the Caribbean in April
Shackin' up with Rachel
Givin' her a faceful
Never woulda been seven figures deep
Walkin' down the street
With a gorgeous freak in a chief
Screamin', come out the way, fool
[Verse 7]
I don't wanna brag or boast
I don't cater and I don't host
But when they ask what I do
I say I do the most
Then I get ghost
On the coast like I am supposed
Don't pose and I do not post
And that's why these girls wanna try and play me
[Verse 8]
Close, close
Wanna get close on the coast
Ghost, ghost
Don't pose and I don't post
Close, close
Wanna get close on the coast
Ghost, ghost
Written by: Bugzy Malone, Dan Farber, Dylan Mills, YAIR ROSENBLUM, Yoram Taharlev
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