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"Whistle Style"
[feat. Kyze]

[Verse 1 - Giggs:]
The banana that the goons talk
Ain't nothing like them ones in Baloo's book
Nope, you can't use my car, use your 2 foot
Late night in that trap with the food cooked
Man's so poetic
Two phone calls then man goes to get it
State well done, think man won't fillet it
Shave our Ps, think man won't Gilette it
Drink up now, that bitch Amaretted
This that Prezi Obama edit
G's so heavy, he's harder-headed
He's so sick that he's half the medics
I'm bringing my Glock round to party
That pussy get chopped down, karate
And knock it right back to the future
That pussy get Doc Brown and Marty'd
Yeah, women'll flock round Ferrarris
But all man are pop, don't fi caan mi
I'm digging that soft brown punani
They all man a swarm me, they want me
I remember when man had two phones
One was personal, one's to move stones
Just lift Tina's back to Tyrone's
Drop top Peter's, had to fly home
Just got back and bagged a wide load
Trap got hot, I had to lie low and
Man got rap, the MAC, he got stolen
Youts got gas, man had to console em
They're thinking they lock down the jungle
I'm ready to rock, roll and rumble
MAC sound is Snow White
The Glock sound's Rapunzel
I heard that yout's got the high grade
I'm looking to lock down a bundle
I'm looking at ice cream to run to
Then give her a baby like Rumpel

[Verse 2 - Kyze:]
Guess who's back on the corner?
Two not guiltys, fuck the informer
Yo Giggs, them Ds are out of order
Locking up an innocent man, fam, that's torture
Anyway, man's back and that's a good look
Phoning old gyal like she's back in man's good books
Man's a gyalist, man got gyal hood hooked
She heard about the beat, she don't care about man's good looks
That line deserved a couple bloop bloops
Expect nothing less from this nicely rhymed hood crook
Seasoned, I can sell you that cookbook
But man's hungry so you might get that bush took
Man's home and the vibes are all wavy
Got couple hot gyal on my Insta gone crazy
So if you see me in your ends in the PM
It's probably cause you sent me the poom poom through the DM
Catch me with Big Zeeks in the BM
Rolling past the haters like we can't see them
That's a lie, why? I can't pretend
They're the inspiration like we can't be them
Oh wow, I'm feeling myself
If you know you're a prick, go and beat up yourself
If I was you, I would beat off a shelf
Let the whole world know that I'm bad breed as well
Gunman but your gun got no shells
Weed man but your ganja don't smell
You man are stuck with that grub that won't sell
Man, step out of the dance, you man got no girls
Summertime punani's gone mad
Give it for my young G cause my dargy's on tag
Party, have a word with them slags
Going home with two birds for the bird that man had

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