Chip - Peri Peri Sauce lyrics

[Intro] Oh no Look [Verse 1] You mascot for a team that you know don't like you I don't like you cuh I ain't like you 44 in the 4 door, time you bang it man, 'llow it man You only shoot with your cameraman Chippy don't run, this ain't house, I ain't shuffling Me, I play clean not dirty still I'll shovel him Heart you ain't got any, but legs you had many You chicken, you ain't on nuttin, you run when it's peri peri Hot- boy, hot- boy, it's getting hot, boy While you're in the crew you'll never be the top boy Act bad boy, you been watching too much Top Boy Since I went pop, boy, I let it pop boy If I ran like you, they might expect that sh** That's why I've been rough, I don't take that sh** You're a gunman? We don't expect that sh** ABCDFG, check that sh** When I saw you was humble, why you lying take it down You wanted to talk, not the other way around I was waiting for the 44. to come out I see it in you eyes, you ain't on what you're rapping about You a fraud n***a, cameras go on and you go crazy You ain't even gangsta for Mr. Oopsy-Daisy Dumbed it down quick, double pounds quick, true sh** True colours show no white flags in my blueprint What I got from Sony, you will never get So bun your advance, here's a reality check Cash Motto bars in the bank you can get You a fraud spitting air, that's an AC on legs Lord of the Mics, lord of my yard, you can't damage me Can't buy clash and ability with your salary Jammer put a price on his head, he can't challenge me I'll clash him and thrash him and give the money to charity Show-money went up since Daddy put you on? Why not say thank you instead of running your gums? You are not a shooter, you a apple crumbler Looking like you trying to tell hulk take my number I'm Jamaican, whoulda raas wouldda bumba This light-brit should have breast and a bumper You love talking guns with no intent This actress should of been in The Intent Lying to the people, you are not about it Who drops their food on the floor and makes a song about it? Lies this way, you need to chill darg Hey running man, the Olympics are in Brazil darg 12345-8910, always acting like you can't see them That's why I'm calling your bluff you a speng You ain't never aimed at a human with a skeng Listen, on songs be yourself man it's nothing You ain't even shout s** your mum when you where dussin' Biting off more than you can chew, too glutton Bigger songs about yourself, you ain't on nuttin Even if you rap-back, can't change the facts fam Never once said I was, but you are not a badman Pinocchio nose, and your pants on fire Everyone at Visions that night know you a liar Young boy you don't have to lie on every tune There ain't nothing wrong with not trying to be a goon Cuh if you're Mr. 44 in a 4 door You ain't meant to fight hulk or write bars if you shoot See it in your eyes, you ain't one with yourself You don't even back yourself, humble yourself Chippy I'm a smart guy not a geek About neek, you don't even smoke weed [Outro] Peri peri sauce CM