Lyrics I Spy - Remix - Morrisson , Snap Capone , Bugzy Malone , SL , Abra Cadabra , Krept & Konan , Rv
Rah,
it′s
BKay
You
know
I
spy
with
my
little
eye
(Yes)
Something
beginning
with
F
(What?)
Fuckboys
doing
up
net
(Fuckboys)
Talking
real
We're
the
last
ones
left
(The
last)
Suck
your
mudda
(Hah)
I
said
it
with
chest
(You
know)
I
spy
with
my
little
eye
(Yes)
Something
beginning
with
F
(What?)
Fuckboys
doing
up
net
(Fuckboys)
Talking
real
(Real)
We′re
the
last
ones
left
(The
last)
Suck
your
mudda
(Hah)
I
said
it
with
chest
(You
know)
Play
dirty
We
don't
believe
your
raps
Keep
thinking
your
Mr.
Muscle
'Til
you
see
the
flash
You
don′t
want
bro
turning
up
Stolen
car,
burning
clutch
I
hid
the
mash
in
my
aunties
toilet
Panicking
every
time
I
heard
it
flush
Morrisson
They
do
it
for
the
′gram
But
they
don't
do
it
for
their
family
(That′s
right)
They
bought
Loubs
for
a
thousand
likes
And
his
son
chose
a
beat-up
like
Anthony
There's
a
couple
real
rappers
that′s
Actually
on
it
but
most
of
the
industries
fake
The
police
nicked
me
then
they
nicked
some
of
my
mates
I
feel
cursed,
it's
like
a
took
a
picture
with
Drake
(Mad!)
I′m
white,
rich
and
gangster
Talk
about
me,
my
name
holds
weight
(That's
right)
My
weed's
greener
than
the
back
of
man′s
neck
(Yeah),
after
he
takes
off
his
fake
gold
chain
I′m
so
East
London
I'm
so
West
Ham
but
when
it′s
beef
man
step
out
with
arsenal
I'm
the
white
money
making
Mitch
but
My
gun′s
light
skin
like
Meghan
Markle
Put
your
phone
down
and
spill
some
juice
(Hey,
beat
it)
You
snooze
and
you
lose
cah
when
we
come
'Round
you
know
what
we
do
(Brrr,
boom,
boom)
I
could
put
up
some
articles
from
when
The
surgeons
treats
on
mans
wounds
(Clap)
All
they
wan′
do
it
for
the
net
and
not
Avenge
their
friends,
some
fuckin'
fools
(Nerds)
Way
before
I
slapped
corn
at
man
(Bow!)
I
tested
my
shank
work
first
(Woosh)
Swing
that,
dig
it
and
turn
it
(Woosh)
Went
so
good
like
a
man
rehearsed
(Yeah)
The
only
time
I
done
it
for
the
net
(So)
Was
when
a
fuckboy
ran
with
his
cheff
(Yeah)
And
lord
knows
that
I
never
had
Nuttin'
and
the
bludclart
still
done
legs
Other
than
that,
I
just
shank
and
kweff
RV
I
spy
suttin′
beginning
with
F
(Frauds)
All
of
my
opps
are
nerds
(Come
on)
Judge
weren′t
laying
no
eggs,
but
he
tried
give
me
a
bird
Been
a
bad
boy
from
birth
(Long
time)
Man
can't
tell
me
′bout
works
(How?)
I
was
on
the
opp
block
Sunday
Tryna
catch
man
comin'
from
church
(Real
talk)
Right
now
I′m
just
stackin'
my
paper
(Racks)
cah
you
know
money
come
first
Plug
don′t
come
from
Jamaica
(Nah)
But
the
food
still
got
jerked
(Ha-ha)
In
the
penthouse
suite
with
a
bad
bitch,
starting
to
get
on
my
nerves
Dressed
in
Italian
fabric:
please
don't
get
makeup
on
my
shirt
I
spy
with
my
little
eye
(Yes)
Something
beginning
with
F
(What?)
Fuckboys
doing
up
net
(Fuckboys)
Talking
real,
we're
the
last
ones
left
(The
last)
Suck
your
mudda
(Hah)
I
said
it
with
chest
(You
know)
I
spy
with
my
little
eye
(Yes)
Something
beginning
with
F
(What?)
Fuckboys
doing
up
net
(Fuckboys)
Talking
real
(Real),
we′re
the
last
ones
left
(The
last)
Suck
your
mudda
(Hah)
I
said
it
with
chest
(You
know)
If
I
come
with
Looney
(Tunes),
then
you
know
man′s
angle
(You
know)
Buss
mans
head
with
a
Hennessy
bottle
(Facts),
or
he
might
Jack
Daniel
(Evil)
Had
some
of
your
favourite
rappers
baby
mothers
on
scandals
(Whore)
Chupa
a
tua
madre,
that's,
"Suck
your
mum"
in
Español
(Haha)
Yuh
They
said
they
don′t
rate
me,
but
I
don't
rate
them
either
(Nah)
Louis
pouch
for
the
cleaver
The
two
litre
can′t
catch
the
three
wheeler
They
didn't
want
it
with
JB
and
they
didn′t
want
it
with
Cuba
(Shook)
I
don't
wanna
'ere
no
chat
about,
"Watch
when
I
see
ya"
(Dick)
Man
must
think
man
can′t
get
destination
like
Uber
Flap
off
the
door,
you
know
we′ve
done
movers
(Shit)
Ask
Fids
if
we
can
find
location
(Shit),
pull
up
in
Gucci
(Shit)
Burn
the
blacks,
keep
the
designer
Man
had
to
dash
away
the
CCTV
and
throw
Man
a
likkle
fifty;
that's
a
minor
(What?)
I
was
in
business
class
above
China
Snap
Capone
If
I
press
on
the
TEC
Paralyse
from
the
neck
(Khalas)
Four
nines
′n'
a
brick
(Yuh)
F1,
make
it
stretch
(Whip,
whip)
They
can′t
war
me
(They
can't
war
me)
End
of
story
(End
of
stories)
Lifestyle
gory
My
shooter
do
it
for
me
(Khalas)
If
I
spy,
with
my
little
eye
(Okay)
That′s
shooters
with
ballys,
someone
garn'
die
YG's
on
peds
(Skrr,
skrr),
got
skengs
in
rides
That′s
10′s
and
9's
(Yuh)
Get
caught,
gotta
do
that
time
S
Fuck
them
cah
they
done
the
man
dirty
Dumb
jake
boys
had
man
in
a
dish
(Stressed)
Rambo
only
cost
thirty,
up
early
cah
I′m
tryna
get
rich
Cut
tru,
should
I
fuck
a
nigga's
bitch?
(Oh,
yeah)
Fuck
you
cah
your
niggas
ain′t
shit
(Oh,
yeah)
Said
leave
me
alone,
she
thirsty
Swear
it
hurts
me
cah
the
bitch
won't
quit
Hit-hit-hit-pissed,
saw
a
feds,
told
bro
I
gotta
dip
And
we
chasin′
the
money
so
much
That
I
swear
I've
had
to
firm
this
stitch
I
phone
bro
for
the
ten-ten
bud
(Ten-ten)
Cah
I
know
that
his
ten-ten
stinks
(Loud)
I
might
slip
this
dick
in
her
lung
If
she
won't
finish
it
off
with
a
mint
(Ha-ha)
I
spy
with
my
little
eye
(Yes)
Something
beginning
with
F
(What?)
Fuckboys
doing
up
net
(Fuckboys)
Talking
real,
we′re
the
last
ones
left
(The
last)
Suck
your
mudda
I
said
it
with
chest
(You
know)
I
spy
with
my
little
eye
(Yes)
Something
beginning
with
F
(What?)
Fuckboys
doing
up
net
(Fuckboys)
Talking
real,
we′re
the
last
ones
left
(The
last)
Suck
your
mudda
(Hah)
I
said
it
with
chest
(You
know)
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