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Shaybo

Anger

 

Anger


I know a lot of looney tunes, so warn a brudda
I don't wanna call another
99 problems, do you really want another?
He say na na na naa
I can never waste time on a FaceTime
With no broke boy and he's fake, lying
You a runner, you ain't no Nines
You are not that guy, urgh
Only roll with the big boys, all D boys
With the big toys that make your faces go boom-bye-bye
Who's that guy? Ooh I like
That's my type
I remember one girl said it's beef till I caught her and found her
Bun that, I caught her then pound her
When I done that, no one chats
'Cause everything run around me, tell her call it a round up
I sneeze so much, no soul no more
Tell your girl shoo, 'fore her soul hits the floor
Fuck the talking ting, I tried before
I don't want blood on my Christian Dior
I will never fight on no camera
Won't go behind bars scrapping her
Real bad gyal, top calibre
I don't pay, I jump through the barrier

I can't control my anger
So I smoke this ganja
Heard Shaybo's a gangster?
Rumours spread like cancer
When I talk, you answer
Don't wind me up like a dancer
Fresh paint where my hands are
Fly chick, girls that's standard

Spent time with a broke boy, took that L
Never again, I'm not that girl
Disrespect me? I'm going jail
Bitches in Bronzefield know me well
Free it up for a gangster
If he balling like Lampard
Umm, ah, Cantona
Ooh, ah, Cantona
When I see the p, I be waiting in the queue
To get the next letter like R, that's true
But it don't matter
'Cause anybody catting for Shaybo
I just nickname bocatter
Eat it up on a gold platter
Oh papa, fuck your ex, she don't matter
Get over her, it's over now
Lovedrunk, sober up

I can't control my anger
So I smoke this ganja
Heard Shaybo's a gangster?
Rumours spread like cancer
When I talk, you answer
Don't wind me up like a dancer
Fresh paint where my hands are
Fly chick, girls that's standard

I can't control my anger
So I smoke this ganja
Heard Shaybo's a gangster?
Rumours spread like cancer
When I talk, you answer
Don't wind me up like a dancer
Fresh paint where my hands are
Fly chick, girls that's standard

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