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You've alarmed us Captains and corporals, man rock with commanders I could've rocked the Armani, but man dropped the Gabbana's Back to the OG rap, scrap that acoustic Back to the OG trap, yeah that kind of music So take all your hats off, slap them at Whoo Kid Back with them two packs, yeah, that nigga new BIG Yeah I'm back nigga, new Giggs Anyone can get it, old boys or the new kids Yeah, I'm back and exclusive, yeah, I'm back and abusive I used to mack with the burger, but now I'm back for the sushi [Hook: Giggs]x2 Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang [Verse 2: Stormzy] Yo, used to run around with a whole lot of food Ain't got to trap, niggas know what I do Sitting in my yard with a big boy spliff And a portion of chips and a phone full of nudes Scumbag ting, honey, I'm sick Rudeboy, I can get gully like Blittz Rule number five, man, you know we never mention the price And I treat that money like Flipz And I swear down, niggas always lying in their rap hooks Probably couldn't tell me how a strap looks Bro 6ix got the tunes on his hard drive So I tell him put the riddim on my Macbook Yeah, they love it when I go in on a grime beat They love it when I do it cause I rap good Man, I never used to have no trainers Now I've got bare, that's word to my black foot Shutdown Twitter, my nigga, it's peak Doing like a million views in a week You ain't really fucking with the powers I've reached Brothers in the church like "young nigga preach" I ain't even got to try prove what I'm on Name's Big Mike, I do what I want Dem man talk 'bout the work that they mash But the truth is dem man usually front So I fuck up the game on a psycho ting Don boy there on a giro ting Coco Pops and a morning spliff Two slices of toast on a Milo ting Pen in my right hand, Biro ting Big whips, stylo ting Dem man are likkle like a micro SIM Some wasteman Toyota Aygo ting I go sick, nigga, I go in Sounds of the skeng on a Spyro ting Fire on the high road, fire on the back street Anywhere I go, it's a pyro ting Girls go loose when the lights go dim Might go Keyshia's, might go Kim's I could go Charlie Sloth or go Tim's Go to the barber shop and get trims Then I tell man you can miss me with the cyber-chat Cause niggas just talk but I'm fine with that And man wanna war on my Instagram You see, I'd love to but I've got a flight to catch Hashtag merky, I'd die for that The peng tings want Big Mikey back Saw my mandem blow and run the game I thank God that I was alive for that, like [Hook: Giggs]x2 Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang [Verse 3: Dubz] Rap titan, black Tyson Strategizing with niggas I'm categorized in A bag of pies in the kitchen, go grab a slice, then Got consignment from bruddas who seek asylum I'm the fireman, fuck, I need a siren Put an instrument to your neck, just like a violin Them niggas lying, them flows, they didn't sign them That dope ain't got them dialling, their sofas ain't reclining I'm like [?

] in the 90s Make your baby mother go shop in her nightie No soft shit, just pain here Man mosh pits like rock gigs Damn, watch Giggs, this ain't fair Man drop kids like daycare Man shot shit, man shape here Man got digis, wait here Got Rizlas, wait here Got deliverers, wait here Move over when I change gear I'm like Rudolph nigga, I'll rain, dear Just two of my niggas in the rer-ter Beat gargoyle, sweets hard-boiled These neeks can't toil Why?

A degenerate like Foley can reach out and mess up your kid without even setting foot in your state.

It depends on what the meaning of Computers didn't invent noncontact sex.

Eight years ago, when Bill Clinton was caught lying about his affair with a White House intern, Mark Foley voted to impeach him.

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