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Drip Insured By Wiley Ft. Lotto Ash Runnin’ through my Runnin’ through my Lose my mind Runnin’ through my Lose my mind She want me fi lose my mind, but I can’t lose my sauce My drip is forever insured Ooh nah nah, no Ooh nah nah, no Ooh nah nah, no She want me fi lose my mind, but I can’t lose my sauce My drip is forever insured Ooh nah nah, no Ooh nah nah, no Ooh nah nah, no [Wiley] She wan’ fi tek my sizes Yeah, this gyal full of surprises Yeah, with the body she’s the nicest Everytime I check her, it’s a crisis I told her, “I ain’t arguing with you babe” I got manners That’s why I’m going down to Selfridges and Harrods I’m steppin’ in, I got that OT bop We getting money, so we shop until we drop That’s why She don’t want me being level-headed She don’t want me out there being breaded My drip is pretty heavy, she don’t get it I gotta keep it going, can’t en’ it I go and find the money, then I spen’ it I don’t really wanna argue with her, this is how

Back 2 Back By Wiley x D Double E Dons wanna chat about bars Then I come thru and draw from my E3 bars Been thru beef got couple scars At the other end mans still got haa[?] Raise levels on the mic here that is the task Merk shows in the clubs and the parks One thing I didn’t know I was gonna do in this game was change the contrast of Real spitters spitting bars on the set Man are home checking the wars making bets You ever get spun leave the place vex Go home write bars get ready for other sets I got tekkers, text bring my dub plates like becks Thats how man are star like trek My weeds cali some of it the same colour as Shrek Everyday its on deck [D Double E] Bu Da Bup Bup Man wanna chat about lyrics Man’a got lyrics, big boy lyrics Sidemen? lyrics far from gimmicks Man wanna copy man wanna mimic Us man are wavy like the Atlantic Us man are wavy like the Pacific Man can’t tell me a thing about work rate Dun know us man are moving prolific Bu Da Bup Bup Let

Mazza By Wiley Hear me on a Mazza, it’s a mazza We ain’t sittin’ down, we gotta stand up No check bro, no badder I know it’s up in the air, I’m skyscanner Hear me on a Mazza, it’s a banger None of my brothers are goal hangers Top bins with the spin, no tapper Watch the replay back, it’s a cracker Hear me on a Mazza, it’s a mazza We ain’t sittin’ down, we gotta stand up No check bro, no badder I know it’s up in the air, I’m skyscanner Hear me on a Mazza, it’s a banger None of my brothers are goal hangers Top bins with the spin, no tapper Watch the replay back, it’s a cracker Bro, imagine if you heard me on a Mazza And I never did a mazza When I get the ball I’m like Hazard Got the flows, them sharp like a dagger On the beat, I’m on field, I run it ‘Cause I do it like nobodies ever done it Every day, I search through the bag Get the bag, everybody gaan mad, oh yes Man fall down, gettin’ back up Everybody lookin’ for the jack up I don’t wanna talk too much A

Sizes By Wiley Going on the floor to the source Back to the village on a horse The last shipment that came in the other day weighs more than a horse I can’t lose my sauce Gotta be natural ’cause I can’t force it Why? ‘Cause there’s a fish in the sea that’s there right now ’cause Nobody caught it Everybody gonna eat well But if you don’t wanna work, oh well I’m like a town hall that you might drive past But inside it’s a sick hotel See me in the manor with the Gs ‘Nuff doors so I got ’nuff keys Got the vibes exciting Big Dance every gal is invited Yeah, I asked my brother for the truth Yeah, he told me go hit the booth Yeah, if you ain’t doing music, what’s the use? That’s the truth You can take my sizes When you gonna realise it? Godfather of Grime in the place All parties advertise it It’s a culture I specialise in Our economy just from vibezin’ Outside I ain’t the one hiding Nah, you can’t take my sizes Nah Grime that’s my sound, support it Package exp

Flick In The Air By Wiley Eastside got the ‘Claren in the city That’s us yep, taking the mickey When the Lambo drops, frightening Good ’cause my life’s been trekking and hiking Westside got the drip for the year Bro said I been sick for the year This one’s gonna be quick to the clear ‘Cause I gamble a pound like flick in the air Flick in the air Flick in the air Flick in the air This one’s gonna be quick to the clear ‘Cause I gamble a pound like flick in the air Lyrics: Don Toliver – No Idea You don’t wanna walk through the fire with me Don’t be scared talk to the fire with me Throw your money in the air Heads come back, them coins They’re coming with me Back to the village, come radio if you wanna get a spillage I be the first to admit if I did it Spin a MC no Ls manna go for the winning If you want to play with the fire getting burnt might happen I know this pattern like Rob Mccracken All packs of knowledge I stack em All you gotta do is not get caught lac

Eediyat Skengman 3 (Final Stormzy send) By Wiley Free my mumzy, what’s that about? Oi Chewbacca, what you chatting ’bout? Come and see my vibes, there’s no crack about I get the riddim, hit the booth, then I crack ’em out Manna got the BFG tapping out Ding, ding, round 3 Let me catch ’em out I see your pop fans think that I’m backing out I get the whip that I want, then I black it out Don’t hype, don’t care what you like Tell me what you don’t like, man do it more You weren’t on the roads when Dizzee made “I Luv U” Back then, you must’ve been about 4 Heads in your clouds, got my feet on the floor I’m helping you now sell tickets for the tour We all wanna be the rich black kid Until we go pop, then the pop drops us on the floor Now hold on bro, let me say this Nobody cares if you got all your songs on the playlist The music’s s---, we don’t play this You ran into drill, you can’t face this I told you “s--- your mum” because I’m tasteless You can fight for words a