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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Ghetts
Stimme und Gesang
Shakka
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Justin Clarke-Samuel
Texte
Shakka Philip
Komponist:in
Silvano Stuurman
Komponist:in
Reiss Nicholas
Komponist:in
Lance Agyepong
Komponist:in
Etienne Lutanki
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
The Incredibles
Produzent:in
Joe Hirst
Mischtechniker:in
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Paroles
Yeah
Incredible
Run out of rum, re-up the car, ah
You know my ting
She wants to laugh cos of the 'ha', ah
You know my ting
Dark skin or light, ain't got a type, ah
You know my ting
We spend pounds, you make sounds, ah
You know my ting
Fam, you know my ting
Fam, you know my ting
Fam, you know my ting
Fam, you know my ting
Fam, she already know my ting
She ready to go home and ting
Fam, you know my ting,
fam, you know my ting
Rude boy
Got your baby in my new toy
I made her be National
I took Nat west before you Llyod
My turn
I was in this queue before you joined
Eye this, night shift
She don't deserve no penthouse viewpoint
Don gardon, Don dada
Dun all of them mans badder
Mr lover lover like Shabba
And all the peng tings in the manor
No skeletons in my wardrobe
Just bags worth of swagger
What the fuck's that on your torso?
That ain't worth the hanger
Run out of rum, re-up the car, ah
You know my ting
She wants to laugh cos of the 'ha', ah
You know my ting
Dark skin or light, ain't got a type, ah
You know my ting
We spend pounds, you make sounds, ah
You know my ting
Fam, you know my ting
Fam, you know my ting
Fam, you know my ting
Fam, you know my ting
Fam, she already know my ting
She ready to go home and ting
Fam, you know my ting,
fam, you know my ting
Bad man
Yours wife's postcode in my Sat-Nav
WiFi code in my iphone
Leave the toilet seat up and smash that
So many condoms in the trash bag
Man's gonna think its a gang bang
Man's got a girl doing cartwheels
Backflips
Handstands
Don gardon, Don dada
Dun all of them mans badder
Mr lover lover like Shabba
And all the peng tings in the manor
No skeletons in my wardrobe
Just bags worth of swagger
What the fuck's that on your torso?
That ain't worth the hanger
Run out of rum, re-up the car, ah
You know my ting
She wants to laugh cos of the 'ha', ah
You know my ting
Dark skin or light, ain't got a type, ah
You know my ting
We spend pounds, you make sounds, ah
You know my ting
Fam, you know my ting
Fam, you know my ting
Fam, you know my ting
Fam, you know my ting
Fam, she already know my ting
She ready to go home and ting
Fam, you know my ting,
fam, you know my ting
Yh
Run out of rum, re-up the car, ah
You know my ting
She wants to laugh cos of the 'ha', ah
You know my ting
Dark skin or light, ain't got a type, ah
You know my ting
We spend pounds, you make sounds, ah
You know my ting
Fam, you know my ting
Fam, you know my ting
Fam, you know my ting
Fam, you know my ting
Fam, she already know my ting
She ready to go home and ting
Fam, you know my ting,
fam, you know my ting
Shut up
Writer(s): Lance Agyepong, Etienne Lutanki, Silvano Stuurman, Justin Clarke Samuel, Reiss Nicholas, Shakka Phillips
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