Dappy - Tarzan part 2 lyrics

You wanna see a lot of me So i hate when i talk to my boy from pen And he acts like 'cuz you've forgotten me' I ain't got time to sh** Let alone come check you blud You know I'm hot property I got property Right now i'm in Europe f**ing up sh** more than the economy So when you land, you know i got you properly I bring my people through with everything i do You repping me i f** with you, ahh You a snitching little b**h And you love singing to the blues Well this song wasn't made for you, ahh, ahh I'm coming, i'm coming for you Ahh, ahh I'm coming, i'm coming for you Yo, f** so good make a b**h wanna fight me Wanna rolex, ring Wiley When i was a bum, no one really liked me Now it's time someone went and got a new job for Tinie I'm only playing, i'm just saying I'ma sh** so hard i'm constipated Over-worked, underrated Now my tings popping off No gun relation Grind all day but i ain't rollerblading All eyes on moi, holla baby No love for the X On that note T tell Kelly i got that motivation Look i beg, someone try and find Max online Let her know i wanna smash her from the back If not, Sarah Jane can come give me brain And put them big red lips on my sack I've been k**ing it cos i've been getting bread Hard dough, number ones all day on the chart show So f** you and your 90 track mix-tape That's a million bars of arseholes My flows erected it opens legs It's flyer than a mother-f**ing jumbo jet What a selfish ba*tard, no respect You know daps, no regrets I still roll for my hood and i wear my chain f** a top boy Scorcher and Bashy can't do the same Real recognise real How many albums have you sold to date I ain't saying that i'm Wayne or Kanye But i'm living life on the runway If you're nine, i'll be like, 'Welcome on board my brudda' Say bye to the gun-play King of the jungle, hard as can be I dare you to let your chick party with me I'm tarzan and i'm hung like a tree Imagine if you knew Byron paps out Looking exactly like moi Batter not ahh, but on the real tele getting real pampers Cos i'll be on the tour bus getting pampered I heard Simon Cowell thinks i'm a little wa*ker And now i'm getting on his tits like cancer And i don't wanna start mentioning names f** it, where they all now, they're bankrupt Joe McElderry ahh, what a stand-up Alexandra, pull your socks up Where your hits at, you ain't no winner I feel bad cos your voice is amazing But your career's getting raped by a mason That sh** f**ing upsets me Cos they don't get me Try bring them near me Coming round with their hands out Wanting a hand out Ahh that's too political I don't care about a Bently, Gucci or Fendi Man's living in a spaceship You got clapped by Your girl got manked by That smooth criminal I'm a product of my environment I ain't saying me and you are any different I'm just planning a early return Man i don't mean sorry when i say i'm going kingston And every man's welcome to fly a long distance We be on the beach with weed man Winston, Winston Pssh, i'm the craziest ting out the United Kingdom I bring my people through with everything i do You repping me i f** with you, ahh You a snitching little b**h And you love singing to the blues Well this song wasn't made for you, ahh ahh I'm coming, i'm coming for you Ahh, ahh I'm coming, i'm coming for you I ain't even going in I'm just f**ing around They just words You know me I'd rather be singing my sh** anyway You got caned mother-f**er Poomblee