Toast

It's all about to go very wrong inside a'here
Foreign Beggars, Izzie Gibbs, Dizmack
Stinkin' out the dance
Bigfoot Connor riddim
Perez, Maitell
Say, here come trouble, frowzy

Whisky, or scotch, yeah, that could work (Yep)
Tipsy in a dance, lifting her skirt
I look shifty, a man ain't shot in no mersh
Dropped fifty, one round, coulda been worse (Huh)
She's frisky, you might say she's a dirst
Hmm, risky, nah, you man, can go first
Got this piff ting with me, they both look kinda merk
Patterned it quick G, dun kno it's a cert

Same tracksuit, livin' like a tramp
Still get busy with a pat
Living in the flats
Trap house sitting with a cap
Them times I didn't even rap
Still give it in a rap
Style and fashion
Man, I got vibe and patent
That's why the wife[?] rhymes wit' passion
Why? Tell them, bwoy, there take time
Hudda wanna side the rapper[?]
At school said I'd either be in dead or in prison
Hey, someone's blessed I've got vision
Dub, I got a line and it's filled with kittens
When I drop lines they listen
When you drop lines, they wish you didn't
Ooh, kill him, ooh kill him
When I see a man about a dog
He was talking -isms and -scisms

If man's holding juice
I might drink two to toast
Man's got a few tunes
I might fling down at a roast
If a guy try and beg for it
Don't let him get too close
Bare man there wanna chat back
Don't let him get too close

If a man's holding juice
I might drink two to toast
Man's got a few tunes
I might fling down at a roast
If a guy try and beg for it
Don't let him get too close
Bare man there wanna chat back
Don't let him get too close

When they let loose
When they make cash
When they make kits
When they get lashed
Whey they get too too split to the track
When they get too too weird with their cash
When they catch too too feel wanna slash
Ain't tryin' to hear that too too, I gotta dash
Gotta piff two two peng tings on a lash
Packed too too stress
I ain't into no rap
I ain't to no long ting fan that's actual
Come around, better keep shit factual
Spend a lot of time analysing them movements
Sweatin' them ones ain't practical
I'm tactical, yeah, I won't mind
If it ain't business, ain't got the time
No time to piss about with no iijit amateur
Silly bitch, to the back of the line

Somebody pray for thee faithfully
Been movin' disgracefully
Blatantly
But I's tried to behave-atly, shamefully
Now gyal wanna play wit' me, take the knee
So I gave her the A-Z
Tastefully, and she ate all day for free
Hastily, without any space to breathe
Crazily, no bowing out gracefully
Take the lead, got birds like an aviary
Occasionally, work brick like masonry
Vocationally ain't shit you can say to me
Wait and see the outcome 'cause I aim to be
Creatively, the best in the agency
Favourably, in the game in this major league
No vacancies, I'm here
Trying to chase my dreams
And the truth hurts painfully

If man's holding juice
I might drink two to toast
Man's got a few tunes
I might fling down at a roast
If a guy try and beg for it
Don't let him get too close
Bare man there wanna chat back
Don't let him get too close

If man's holding juice
I might drink two to toast
Man's got a few tunes
I might fling down at a roast
If a guy try and beg for it
Don't let him get too close
Bare man there wanna chat back
Don't let him get too close