Dappy - Antigua lyrics

[Intro: M24, Backroad Gee] (Mazer made it, baby) Huh-uh, huh-uh Brrt, bop [Chorus 1: Dappy] Got a ting from Antigua She loves smokin' Cali', but she hates amnesia (Ah) She got a man at home, but she keeps on comin' to the spot So I gotta conceal her (Shot) From a pitney, I had a choice I could be a rapper, robber, scammer, or a dealer (Woo) Yo, I tried all three I see a man OD, but I'd rather get P for my feature Bin bag money don't fit in no briefcase You know me, I spin tracks like a DJ I'm in my own lane, I ain't runnin' no race What you think I give a fu*k about a relay? Money, power, and respect (Woo) That's what you get when you start movin' correct (Prrt) You should be focusin' on chasin' these checks (Glee) 'Cause chasing these b*tches will get you finessed [Verse 1: Dappy] Are you mad? You should be glad Any time you see me standing on the front page of Notion Just out here tryna get the doughs Some man said "Assault" Just so that they can get a few clout tokens Life's a lesson (Yeah, it is) When you feel like the demons are on you Go speak to the reverend We all need a blessin'? (Ya) When I'm stressin', I pray to the most high I'm like "Give me progression" (Uh) I told bro "You know me, I'll send P's" Anything you need, I got my G's to the back home Bun the screws, they'll lock off the party Shot the Smarty, and cop you a little Zanco If I'm chillin' with the ting, it's a real one 'Cause the real one never tell under the blanket (Ah) And if you're chillin' in the passy, and we see feds I'll be like "Quick, hurry up and spank it" You want another drink? Contain yourself (Ah) How you at the top then you just stain yourself? Ay, you see the Ace of Space, but you actin' like a fool Now, you stop gettin' paid in full (Pow) The love tings are overrated In my eyes, all you do is give me bad luck You're a magpie (Pow) But fu*k it, I love it when you come on dirt in that skirt and blow me like a bagpipe [Chorus 2: Dappy] I got a ting from Dominica She like takin' molly, but she far from a keeper (Keeper) She got a man at home, but she keeps on comin' to the spot So I gotta conceal her (Conceal her) From a pitney, I had a choice I could be a rapper, robber, scammer, or a dealer (Dealer) Yo, I tried all three I see a man OD, but I'd rather get P for my feature Bin bag money don't fit in no briefcase You know me, I spin tracks like a DJ I'm in my own lane, I ain't runnin' no race What you think I give a fu*k about a relay? Money, power, and respect (Woo) That's what you get when you start movin' correct (Woo) You should be focusin' on chasin' these checks (Glee) 'Cause you chasing these b*tches will get you finessed (Robbed up) [Verse 2: M24, Dappy] You're still out here chasin' b*tches (Huh) The only thing I chase is bread (Huh-uh) Run up a check, I could've bought new jewellery But I put it to WAP's instead (Brrt, bow) The chain on my neck is a mess (Huh-uh) And it glows in the dark, the best of the best (Yes) All of this ice got everybody prayin' (Everyone) I need to go cop me a vest (Right now) I'm still in the hood with the set (Huh) The Get Backs known to the Met (Get Backs) She said that I'm realer than the man before And all of this ice got the pum-pum wet (Wet) This one a natural, I'm really impressed (Yeah, yeah) 'Cah she don't like the rest (Nope) I don't check no price when I'm shoppin' out Wess Used to be brass, now, everything bless I'm still on the pitch like Jota (Me, Jota) Ride with a stick, Harry Potter (Potter) They ain't see sh*t, yeah, I was just playin' (Playin') They don't know what I got in my lock out Run down paigons, and run to the bag (Bag) Gotta keep my eyes on the ball like Saka (Yes) Sexy b*tch wanna hit 'cah I'm lit (Huh-uh) Beat that down then it's back to your blocka [Chorus 2: Dappy] Yo, got a ting from Antigua She loves shakin' her hips like Dua Lipa She got a man at home, but she keeps on comin' to the spot So I gotta conceal her From a pitney, I had a choice I could be a rapper, robber, scammer, or a dealer Yo, I tried all three I see a man OD, but I'd rather get P for my feature [Verse 3: BackRoad Gee] Hop on a motor, Horris Scary, best we ready with [?], plenty Vroom, skrr, vroom, skrr Pull up on a man with a brrt-brr (Brrt-brr) I got a blick ting with a big bat (Boom) From k'way over there, she break it on me Load it up, and slap it for me My affa, can you hold it for me? [Bridge: BackRoad Gee] Hey, get you touched in the streets Hold your brrt, there's no hope-y Hey, they don't wanna see me in the middle of the streets (In the middle of the streets) Get you touched in the streets Hold your brrt, there's no hope-y (No hope-y) Hey, they don't wanna see me in the middle of the streets [Verse 4: BackRoad Gee] Say hello to my likkle friend ("Hello") Could been a long reach when I lick hella skeng Dunk and dive, and save your friend (Bah) I'm off pebs on my big back ting Make it bounce, shake it for me Brrt, bow, shake it for me (Bow) Huh, pour me salt, bae (Brrt, brrt) 'Cah you know I gotta pepper the beef (Brrt) [Chorus 3: Dappy] Got a ting from Ibiza She like to party, and back-click her bottle of liter She got a man at home, but she keeps on comin' to the spot So I gotta conceal her From a pitney, I had a choice I could be a rapper, robber, scammer, or a dealer Yo, I tried all three I see a man OD, but I'd rather get P for my feature Bin bag money don't fit in no briefcase You know me, I spin tracks like a DJ I'm in my own lane, I ain't runnin' no race What you think I give a fu*k about a relay? Money, power, and respect That's what you get when you start movin' correct You should be focusin' on chasin' these checks 'Cause chasing these b*tches will get you finessed [Outro] Mazer made it, baby