Still Disappointed

Ay, Wiley, man, I'm still disappointed

A'ight, one more dub, then it's back to business

I'm a real G and your dad's a witness

Boy'd your bro and you sister begged it

I told that little bitch, "Don't ask for pictures"

I do this ting for fitness

Put them Cowie boys in Rizzlas

Fallouts at the next family function

The Cowies are gonna have an awkward Christmas

So why you love to talk about Mum so much?

Where's yours?

Let me just 'llow it

Lemme just pause

No, fuck that, man, I've gotta don the virus

Oi, Wiley, you shoulda been the one to guide us

But since you wanna diss my mum so much

Let's talk about why you moved your mum to Cyprus

That poor little woman was scared in the house

Cah you put her life in danger, you prick

Bricks and shots just fly through your window

You couldn't be the person to save her, you prick

Instead of you to squeeze the pumpy

You said "Yo, mum, gotta leave the country"

I never wanna hear you say "Free the mandem"

Let's go Cyprus and go free your mumsie

Got mumsie banged up abroad

All because her son was a fraud

Can't handle this, so she handles dick like I handle the war

Whore

Nothin' ain't funny anymore

'Cause I'm not a happy bunny anymore

Didn't really wanna bring it to your mummy anymore

So your dad can't defend your bro

And you can't defend your mum

Man, I wonder what she thinks

All the males in your family are weaklings

Gather 'round, man, this is just the pre-drinks

Rippin' the weave off my mum's head, okay, well, that's a lie

What we tellin'? Facts or jokes?

Aw, shit, I forgot, this is grime

So say what you like then

'Llow all the dubs, let's have a fight then

Don't mention them ****, I don't like them

Fuck all them ****, they ain't my friends, so don't hype them

On Mum's life, man, I'm gonna kick 'em mouth

My **** got pride, but it's bigger in the South

Cah you were't on it and your dad weren't on it

Guess your mum shoulda had a real **** in the house to defend her

Broken woman, I wanna mend her

Bruk her back and then bend her

Got so much lovin' I wanna lend her

Got so money I wanna send her

Where can I send it? (Yeah)

What you're puttin' her through, I wanna end it (Please)

I like that you're not self-centred

You opened the door and look who entered

Oh, it's the king of grime, king of grime

How's he the king of grime but on drill?

Now I'm the king of grime, I won't chill

King of grime, oh, it's no big deal

See this ting? Yeah, I run that (Run it)

Keep your crack, we don't bun that (Don't bun it)

Come on a mission and let your gun clap (Bwoy)

Gonna start a petition to get your mum back

Know she wants to come back, come back

Oh Lord, you got mumsie banged up abroad

You got mumsie ran off the ends

And it's foul, 'cause it ain't her fault

She was tryna relax, but her son got caught in a war

One day there's dons at the door, then next day Heathrow Terminal 4

It's a shame, all she needed was a strong man in the house

Fuck that, I'ma be the man of your house

She's like, "Will, come home, there's a man in the house"

It's like your mum was the only real man in the house

Shower on the riddim and I'm shower on the mic

Thought it was love, you were sour on the sly

Ay, fuckboy, lemme know how you wanna die

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