President T
President T
President T
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President T
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President T & Skepta
[Intro]
Going out the Birmingham crew, yeah?
Going out to Prophecy, large
Going out to Pdot, yeah?
Going out to Meridian gangster, yeah?
President, Paper Pabs, H, yeah? Bossman, yeah?
And it's large
Going out to the Tiverton youngers, yeah?
Tiverton mandem
It's real
Ok
Whole piece of bars
After all this time
[Hook]
Dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
Dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
Dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
Talk about the big bad rave he torn
Little does he know, I was spraying way before he was born
Bet he wished, he was never born
Cuz, I don't beep my horn
Talk about the big bad rave he torn
Funny how I caught him on Sunday, mowing up his grandma's lawn
Dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
I said, dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
Talk about the big bad rave he torn
Little does he know, I was spraying way before he was born
Bet he wished that he was never born
[Verse 1]
Cuz, he's not deep, cuz, I've got the deepest rhyme
So advanced, I don't really business if I'm in time
President, top of the line
The most popular kind
I see him on road, he will go flying
Nah rudeboy, he won't get a chance to shine
Any funny business, everybody dying
Blood, I ain't always really that way inclined
All these swag MCs, fuck up my mind
Lucky they didn't give off the wrong sign and
He ain't going to make it
He's just wasting his time
Too much wastemen in grime
You can never take what's mine
I'm so [?]
I said, nah rudeboy, you will get a fine
[Hook]
Dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
I said, dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
Dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
Talk about the big bad rave he torn
Little does he know, I was spraying way before he was born
Bet he wished he was never born
President T, don't beep my horn
Talk about how he nearly drew for the sawn
But I caught him on Sunday, mowing up his grandma's lawn
Dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
I said, dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
Talk about the big bad rave he torn
Little does he know, I was spraying
I mean, I was spraying, yeah, way before he was born
[Verse 2]
Cuzzy, what's with all this talk?
What's with all this talk?
I said, cuzzy, what's with all this talk?
Too many guys are talking that talk and now they can't walk
I know skengman rastas that'll yam a leg of pork
Hey, governor, I don't want none of that sort
All of kind of big man whips I bought
I said, all kind of heavyweight straps I bought
I'll make sure, none of those heavyweight straps will send man to court
Blud, I've got money, but I want more
Even if it means, bang another MCs' jaw
Cuz, who wants war?
I'll give a cat, half of a score
And I'll make sure, he'll kick off your mum's door
[Hook]
Dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
I said, dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
Dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
Talk about the big bad rave he torn
But little does he know, I was spraying way before he was born
Bet he wished he was never born
I don't beep my horn
Talk about how he nearly drew for the sawn
But I caught him on Sunday, mowing up his grandma's lawn
Dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
I said, dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
I said, dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
Talk about the big bad rave he torn
But little does he know, President T was spraying, way before he was born
[Verse 3]
Yeah, you can't pree with my face
Surely, everybody clearly knows
I'll shoot you in the face
Carry on talking, I'll put my boot in your face
That was the case, way before you heard Maxim Ranger and Ace
I've got two, three guys from a different place
That'll run up in your base and spray up the place
[Hook]
Dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
I said, dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
Talk about the big bad rave he torn
But little does he know, I was spraying way before he was born
Bet he wished that he was never born
President T, don't beep my horn
Talk about how he nearly drew for the sawn
Cuz, but I caught him on Sunday, mowing up his grandma's lawn
Dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
I said, dis likkle yute, I tried to warn
Talk about the big bad rave he torn
But little does he know, I was spraying, way before he was born
Bet he wished he was never born
Cuz, I don't beep my horn
Dis Likkle Yute was written by President T.
Dis Likkle Yute was produced by Bless Beats.
President T released Dis Likkle Yute on Tue Feb 05 2008.