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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
M24
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dee Harris
Composer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Hargo production)
(AbzOnTheBeat)
(Hargo production)
[Verse 2]
She wanna dance with the GBGs
Honey, we don't dance
We dance with smoke
When we're doing up Tour de France
How you gonna say we don't bang in these streets? (How?)
We're fuckin' charged
Don't make me laugh
We had man screaming out "Oh my Lord!"
[Verse 3]
She wanna dance with the GBGs
Honey, we don't dance (No)
We dance with smoke
When we're doing up Tour de France
How you gonna say we don't bang in these streets?
We're fuckin' charged (Fuckin' charged)
Don't make me laugh
We had man screaming out "Oh my Lord!"
[Verse 4]
The wap's got power
Let it sing like my gyal in the shower
In the pot, make a rock out of powder
If there's beef, get quarter of the pounder
Real Brixton, A Towner
We make the girls undress, go down us
Man's on the ball like rounders
Jakes on the case, so they lost and found us
Straight cash, no scam though
Lick out a two and a bit in the bando
Jump out the car with the rambo
They hid in the shop near the Fanta and Tango
Man let it clap like a slipper and sandal
Came with the steels, leave with the bangles
Came with the gang, go at man's angle
Bops with the mash, the side of the handles
[Verse 5]
She wanna dance with the GBGs
Honey, we don't dance
We dance with smoke
When we're doing up Tour de France
How you gonna say we don't bang in these streets? (How?)
We're fuckin' charged
Don't make me laugh
We had man screaming out "Oh my Lord!"
[Verse 6]
She wanna dance with the GBGs
Honey, we don't dance (No)
We dance with smoke
When we're doing up Tour de France
How you gonna say we don't bang in these streets?
We're fuckin' charged (Fuckin' charged)
Don't make me laugh
We had man screaming out "Oh my Lord!"
[Verse 7]
Bad B want a piece of me, of course (Me)
Of course (Yes, she does)
I don't trust her though
She moving like she's tryna get me bored
I gotta put on my gloves before I touch this
I ain't talking 'bout doing my chores (No)
Cali in my zoots as well
I'm high, oh Lord (Oh Lord)
About five man in the three-door (Five)
Looking to feed the swords
Every other day we used to go 'round there
Until we got bored (True)
And then he got bored (Real life)
Then he got bored (Real life)
And then to all the other opp blocks we toured
That shit was all bait back then (Bait)
Now shit's all changed (Changed)
Still catch me on the block on my pushy (Bike)
Nothin' ain't changed (Nope)
Still say I got a baby face
She try say I ain't aged
Bitch, are you mad?
Are you fucking cray?
[Verse 8]
She wanna dance with the GBGs
Honey, we don't dance
We dance with smoke
When we're doing up Tour de France
How you gonna say we don't bang in these streets? (How?)
We're fuckin' charged
Don't make me laugh
We had man screaming out "Oh my Lord!"
[Verse 9]
She wanna dance with the GBGs
Honey, we don't dance (No)
We dance with smoke
When we're doing up Tour de France
How you gonna say we don't bang in these streets?
We're fuckin' charged (Fuckin' charged)
Don't make me laugh
We had man screaming out "Oh my Lord!"
Written by: Daniel Lena