paroles de chanson Still Sittin’ Here - Dizzee Rascal , Fekky
Yeah,
I
like
that
Cuh
right
now
I
feel
like
that
Boy
in
Da
Corner
Fekky
Shout
out
Dizzee
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh
(Splurge
Boys)
Get
me
It's
Live
O
It's
Live
O
It's
Live
O
Fekky
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I'm
just
sitting
here
Doing
what
I
do
(shut
up)
Smoking
on
a
big
fat
zoot
I
heard
they
wanna
make
a
move
(come
on
then)
You
must
be
blood
I've
got
that
ting
and
it
goes
bang
Bu
bu
bang
bang
bang
Bu
bu
bang
bang
bang
It's
Live
O
My
crew
is
live
o
(trust
me
it's
live
o)
Breddas
wanna
test
my
frame
They
wanna
test
my
aim
Hoes
wanna
throw
shit
on
my
name
Sorry
if
I
ain't
all
smiles
when
you
see
me
in
the
streets
Yo
I
got
alot
of
shit
on
my
brain
Alot
of
pressure
to
maintain
But
you
don't
wanna
hear
me
complain
About
the
pitfalls
of
fame
You
wanna
see
me
knuckle
up
and
go
against
the
grain
And
frankly
I
feel
the
same
So
I'm
bringing
the
pain
Fuck
being
restrained
These
breddas
are
lame
Fuck
being
the
same
More
heart
in
my
testicular
vein
I'm
ready
for
war
Everybody
feels
real
til
they're
laying
dead
on
the
floor
I've
seen
it
before
I'm
so
easily
bored
You
should
be
checking
out
the
women
What
you
preeing
me
for?
If
you
don't
wanna
meet
your
maker
better
settle
your
damn
jaw
Smoke
alot
of
weed
but
I'm
going
to
Dam
for
more
Maybe
a
sativa
that'll
settle
my
anger
or
Light
my
head
space
So
I
can
elevate
and
get
away
from
your
dead
face
And
dead
waste
Wannabee
hard
nuts
and
gangstas
I'm
sick
of
these
wankers
Knock
me
out
or
drop
me
out
Stab
me
shoot
it
out
Or
shut
you
mouth
Dunno
what
your
talking
about
You
got
a
problem
sort
it
out
Count
10
and
just
walk
it
out
Kill
any
ideas
that
you
thought
about
You
don't
wanna
see
your
soul
go
walkabouts
Body
on
the
floor
chalk
it
out
Close
your
spout
Please
put
a
stop
to
that
noise
that
you're
squawking
out
And
have
a
breather
Go
disrupt
another
geezer
Time
is
money
and
I'm
tight
like
Ebenezer
I
just
wanna
chill
for
real
where
all
the
trees
are
Kill
yourself
it'll
be
easier
I'm
just
sitting
here
Doing
what
I
do
(shut
up)
Smoking
on
a
big
fat
zoot
I
heard
they
wanna
make
a
move
(come
on
then)
You
must
be
blood
I've
got
that
ting
and
it
goes
bang
Bu
bu
bang
bang
bang
Bu
bu
bang
bang
bang
It's
Live
O
My
crew
is
live
o
(trust
me
it's
live
o)
It's
live
o
Shut
your
pie
hole
(shut
up)
You
wanna
call
on
war
Then
run
to
the
5-0
(Bang)
Ain't
got
a
mill,
but
I'm
alright
though
These
Vivienne
Westwood
shoes,
a
man
moonwalk
like
Michael
(oooww)
Rappers
don't
be
scared,
nobody
wants
your
title
Came
in
the
game,
bu
bu
bang
fuck
up
the
cycle
Rob
me
are
you
mad
(mad)
Jumping
man
like
a
psycho
(yeahhh)
These
niggas
might
like
your
pics
But
these
niggas
don't
like
you
Big
Fekky,
Big
Fekky
I'm
just
sittin'
here
Tell
'em
come
and
get
me
As
I
sit
here
and
I
lay
back
Hot
choc
and
some
flapjacks
Bitch
says
she
hates
me
Fucked
her
and
she
came
back
Bu
bu
bang
(yeah)
You're
just
a
bunch
of
nobodies
No
dough,
no
weed,
no
straps,
no
bodies
Dead
gyal,
bad
weave,
no
tits,
no
bodies
(yeah)
Who
does
it
like
me,
nobody
I'm
just
sitting
here
Doing
what
I
do
(shut
up)
Smoking
on
a
big
fat
zoot
I
heard
they
wanna
make
a
move
(come
on
then)
You
must
be
blood
I've
got
that
ting
and
it
goes
bang
Bu
bu
bang
bang
bang
Bu
bu
bang
bang
bang
It's
Live
O
My
crew
is
live
o
(trust
me
it's
live
o)
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