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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bugzy Malone
Bugzy Malone
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bugzy Malone
Bugzy Malone
Composer
Kylle Reece Collins
Kylle Reece Collins
Composer
Will Kennard
Will Kennard
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chase & Status
Chase & Status
Producer
Saul Milton
Saul Milton
Producer
Young Chencs
Young Chencs
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hey, hey, it's that Manny gangster, I can teach them how to flip
I'm no football player but you'd see me in a kit
If I'm concealing my face, there's a weapon on my waist
I ain't stopping for no red lights when I'm in a chase
You looking out for blue lights when you're on a move
Keep your crew tight like you keep the laces on your shoes
They thought I was a celeb, till they see me in the flesh
If we have to do the dance, I start leaning to the left
[Chorus]
Had to bring my real swag, now I'm on my real bop
I call it the lean, lean again, left hook
I call it the lean, lean again, right hook
Man know that the lean, lean again's the real bop
Had to bring my real swag, now I'm on my real bop
I call it the lean, lean again, left hook
I call it the lean, lean again, right hook
I call it the lean, lean again, my life's been a lean, look
[Verse 2]
Had to bring my real swag, now I'm on my real bop
Learnt to relax now the businesses are mill'd up
I don't smoke weed, but I don't mean that I can't build up
Spend my days pedalling around the ghetto and we live real good
Robbing every day make the hunger go away
I'm a businessman now, but I started off a real pup
Doubled up my chains, keep my diamonds on display
I'm a rap star too, so freestyles get beat up
Leaning in some boardroom meeting
Sometimes I go suited and booted, I really mean it
Sometimes they hit my emails and I don't read it
Sometimes I tell my PA to tell the chef that we need seasoning
I've be looking real 1990s in my Tiffanys
I like my vodka CÎROC, I'm not into whiskeys
You dun know these 24 karats where my wrist is
Supermodel season, she could really be my missus
[Chorus]
Had to bring my real swag, now I'm on my real bop
I call it the lean, lean again, left hook
I call it the lean, lean again, right hook
Man know that the lean, lean again's the real bop
Had to bring my real swag, now I'm on my real bop
I call it the lean, lean again, left hook
I call it the lean, lean again, right hook
I call it the lean, lean again, my life's been a lean, look
[Verse 3]
Had to bring my real swag, now I'm on my real bop
Think that I'm Pablo, chatting to my builder
Tried to stab me in my back, they must think I'm Caesar
Excuse me if I'm paranoid, you know how the streets are
I come up in ginnels and alleyways in my scally days
Had a couple one-on-ones on the estate
Man chat shit, I never let them violate
Terrorize the game like I was the IRA
Military with it, we don't really like to play
Really we just trying to legalize the paper chase
Never has there been another rapper in my lane
The great British dream's flying like a paper plane
I'm a CEO now, I did flip bricks
I just make big decisions, I came up quick
They call me baby boss, I'm at the table with the big don
His twelve hundred acres came with lakes, not big ponds
[Chorus]
Had to bring my real swag, now I'm on my real bop
I call it the lean, lean again, left hook
I call it the lean, lean again, right hook
Man know that the lean, lean again's the real bop
Had to bring my real swag, now I'm on my real bop
I call it the lean, lean again, left hook
I call it the lean, lean again, right hook
I call it the lean, lean again, my life's been a lean, look
Written by: Bugzy Malone, Kylle Reece Collins, Will Kennard
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