Giggs – Times Tickin (feat. Popcaan) Lyrics

Giggs – Times Tickin (feat. Popcaan) Lyrics
Times Tickin
Giggs (feat. Popcaan)
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    "Times Tickin." - Giggs (feat. Popcaan)

    Album: Wamp 2 Dem
    Track No: 04
    Time ticking like bomb
    Big fat 'matic inna hand
    Dem nuh bad like Mr Sutherland
    Unruly and Holloman
    Yeah, time's ticking
    In the kitchen with Kentucky Fried, fryin' chicken
    In the ride with the hottest chick, but I ain't kissing
    Tryna hire up the pussy, fuck it, I ain't fishing
    Mana rise up the Bucky, ****, I ain't dissing
    Tell a man to his face, fuck it, I ain't bitchin'
    But fuck it, back to the kitchen, ****, fine whipping
    Fine whipping, **** whipping, ****, wide shipping
    Why listen?
    Nine, mek the bwoy liff him
    Man ah ride with that semi-nine, boy, I listen
    Bucka-bye, bucka-bucka-bye, boy, I missing
    Yeah, Rico, wire Mitch in
    Yeah, big toast, boy skipping
    Bully, Deebo, fly-tipping
    Yeah, seat low, but I ain't slipping
    Bwoy don't give me chat inna mi face
    Real killy, killy, buss a shot inna your face
    Big fat Kalashnikov deh pon mi waist
    Pussy suck ya mudda, me nuh cuss and me nuh no trace
    Bwoy, don't give me chat inna mi face
    Real killy, killy, buss a shot inna your face
    Giggs have the 'matic and the metric mi ah brace
    The whole world know seh London ah mi place
    Tycoon
    Yeah, wild difference
    Old school, I've been on life's missions
    Old school, I see online pictures
    Old school ****, couple wild sisters
    Man stepped back and made a wide distance
    Night time, a **** ride vicious
    White pictures, white slippers
    Chess game, a **** slide bishops
    This is big business
    Little off the top, well, that's a quick scrimmage
    Act hard but you're a bit timid
    I'm just waiting on the big finish
    Straight jeans, we don't fit skinnish
    You want a peanut punch, I grab a quick Guinness
    Bareback? I got the big jimmies
    Popcaan, I'm with the sick killers
    Yeah, di killy dem ah kill yuh dawg
    And mi make yuh duppy with mi spinner dawg
    Man a killy, man a killer, man a sinner dawg
    Unruly, bad ah yard, and we mad abroad
    We nuh play like domino or three a card
    Index finger play with the trigger hard
    Giggs buss your head with a zigga dawg
    Puppy can't talk, we a bigger dawg
    Wicked, unruly
    Yo Giggs, you know the fucking ting by now
    Aye!
    Bwoy don't give me chat inna mi face
    Real killy, killy, buss a shot inna your face
    Tycoon

    Writer(s): Popcaan & Jason Thompson.

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