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Dizzee Rascal
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Wanna Be
Lyricist:Lily Allen, Iyiola Babtunde Babalola, Darren Emilio Lewis, Dylan Kwabena Mills, Paul Williams
Alright, mate
So you wanna be a gangster Tell me just one thing What you know about bein' a hard man? Your mum buys your bling
Your pockets gettin' bigger But you couldn't pull the trigger if you need to 'Cause you haven't got it So you might as well quit
I'm movin', couldn't be losin' Nothin' but a success, thing I'm provin' nothin' To you half heart wasters Standin' there yap yap, yappin' on, cruisin'
Nobody dictates, so I'm choosin' Where I go, what I do with my life, stupid And I hold, I'm own, I'm raskit You better watch your tone you spastic
Low it, you're not heartless Nothin' but a lot of hot air, you're harmless I keep getting' my paper regardless Your words don't faze me, I'm marvelous
Age 22, zero tolerance And I ain't got no time for the nonsense You wanna see me, come to my concerts Or we can do it on stage with an audience
So you wanna be a gangster Tell me just one thing What you know about bein' a hard man? Your mum buys your bling
Your pockets gettin' bigger But you couldn't pull the trigger if you need to 'Cause you haven't got it So you might as well quit
Beef, straps, cuts, glory All these high bredders in the club bore me I wish when I come through they ignore me I really can't deal with another war story
Bredders in my face with a fist full of paper Tryin' to make out they're a big money maker Talkin' all loud but I know, man, I'm a hustler I ain't got time, rude boi, see you later
And I can't forget these groupies followin' Frontin', ravin', rantin', hollerin' Yeah, I know I shouldn't be complainin' But these Jezebels do my brain in
I ain't no groupie, who you callin' Jezebel? Don't chat to me like I'm just any girl Nah, security, somebody move her I don't wanna talk to you anyway, loser
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com So you wanna be a gangster Tell me just one thing What you know about bein' a hard man? Your mum buys your bling
Your pockets gettin' bigger But you couldn't pull the trigger if you need to 'Cause you haven't got it So you might as well quit
That whip don't make you a big man, na, mate That chain don't make you a big man na, mate I know you think you're a big man, wat, mate? But really you're just a waste,man, love it
That whip don't make you a big man, na, mate That chain don't make you a big man na, mate I know you think you're a big man, wat, mate? But really you're just a waste,man, love it
Let me wrap it up while I still got time Ain't nobody tellin' me about no grime 'Coz I know where I stand, whether I'm fine Handle your biz, I'm handlin' mine
Everybody chattin' 'bout black on black crime All I see is the blind leadin' the blind I wanna leave all the pettiness behind You don't really wanna see me cross dat line
Leave me alone or you'll be sorry Beef ain't nothin' new to me, you wolly Why don't you just kick back, be jolly Stay at home with a cuppa tea, watch â€~Corrie'
I'm not listenin' anyway, man Who rattled your cage anyway, man? Ain't no slackin' with this young man Do what I gotta do everyday, fam
So you wanna be a gangster Tell me just one thing What you know about bein' a hard man? Your mum buys your bling
Your pockets gettin' bigger But you couldn't pull the trigger if you need to 'Cause you haven't got it So you might as well quit
So you wanna be a gangster Tell me just one thing What you know about bein' a hard man? Your mum buys your bling
Your pockets getting' bigger But you couldn't pull the trigger if you need to 'Cause you haven't got it So you might as well quit So you might as well quit So you might as well quit
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