Dark Cautious - VIP lyrics

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Dark Cautious - VIP lyrics

[Chorus] Man have got Ps So man are very important What, you want a portion? Talking 'bout extortion? You better proceed with caution Man have got Ps So man are very important What, you want a portion? Talking 'bout extortion? You better proceed with caution [Verse 1] Move with caution if you proceed Shoot him in his back, make his marjay grieve Facing forward, knife your greaze Pull out the streeze and cut him behind trees Running on a whirly line, bob and weave One eye closed, squat, squeeze Two-handed, yeah, that's my steeze I hold gun like these Yeah Maximum accuracy Go home, smoke cheese, got jack That's L-I-V-E Can I get shift? Nah, that's not me Cuh they ain't sh**, Kozzie Already know I tear up main roads And I wait outside when man do not know Might stab him ten times, promote my EP Call that Catch Up 3 Blue and white tape, that's all around you Black and yellow cone, that's by my feet Caution, do not slip around me When you're coughing and bleeding, that's wet floor And a mop ting that's this likkle four You can play dead but I'll riddle some more, but [Chorus] Man have got Ps So man are very important What, you want a portion? Talking 'bout extortion? You better proceed with caution Man have got Ps So man are very important What, you want a portion? Talking 'bout extortion? You better proceed with caution [Verse 2] You better proceed with caush, skrrt like Porsche Had 'em running in circles just like Nascar course All type of badness man endorse You ain't shot food since like '04 Can't come back in the game and run warm Me, k**er bee, VS, we swarm Eight, that's a pectoral torn Four, that's your whole torso gone That one there we call serious corn, not sweetcorn Mek a man reverse born, better think twice Cause I make my stack incline When I do dirt, I rinse mine And I go shop with the kitchen, told man think twice Thought I was slipping but man ah had trip mines Mad Max head mash up cause I never did get mine But I'm out here and I got this b**h line Sophie Ellis-Bextor, want her ring mine I don't do lighties, that there's his grind No more aliens, middle man are spliff mind They're all smoking that Nubian If they think that I'll ever be cool with them Try say wah gwan but I'll [?] them [Freestyle] [?], I'm a hooligan [?], I'm a hooligan Daylight run up on juicing them Night time, pop out, guess who again? [?], I'm a hooligan [?], I'm a hooligan Daylight run up on juicing them Night, pop out, guess who again? It's me, Max Get bax Real on the tracks Tryna make stacks Chilling in flats Holla at cats And gyal with big backs Tell her s** my ba**sacks Tell her get out, scram Get out of here, get gone You don't know man A-what you're on? Think say you're nice in a one likkle thong? Get gone Gotta get Ps That's what man ah man ah is on And I'm in the lab with Cads right now After, I've gotta duck out Said he wants something for his nose Snout Oi, I'm out