Like Glue

de Wiley

Uh
Ah jus so wi a ride deh deh
Ayo, Wiley, yo
I heard you called for the queen

Them have a style but them nah bad like ah we
Them have a song but them nah bad like ah we
When we ride pon the riddim, them nah bad like ah we
When we hype di crowd, them nah bad like ah we

Old time, someting come back again
If you have a start, then you must have a end
None a dem ever coulda test wid di pen
My pen's the equivalent to the leng
Bare vibes, manaman ah send them again
Five plus five, that equal to ten
Yuh know seh MC Wiley have 'nuff girlfriend
(Know seh MC Wiley have 'nuff girlfriend)
When mi ride pon di riddim, that's ten outta ten
'Nuff a dem a scared, dem nuh step out again
Mi seh, all a mi dawg dem, mi step out fi dem
Mi seh, all a mi dawg dem, mi step out fi dem, yo

Them have a style but them nah bad like ah we
Them have a song but them nah bad like ah we
When we ride pon the riddim, them nah bad like ah we
When we hype di crowd, them nah bad like ah we, yo
Them have a ting but them nah bad like ah we
Them have a lyric, them nah bad like ah we
When we ride pon the riddim, them nah bad like ah we
When we hype di crowd, them nah bad like ah we

Yo, dem have a ting but dem nah bad like ah me
True mi hole stay tight and it wet like di sea
True mi buss whine an' mi just bounce 'pon di D, uh
Dem have a ting but dem nah bad like a me, uh
Listen to me, stop fuckin' with me
Put a baggie on yo head, yeah, be fuckin' deceased
When I'm in the UK, real baddies with me
Who wanna get busy? Drop addies for me, uh
But anyway, let me switch up di flow
My Fendi collection ah switch up yuh glow
I pull up in somethin' just came outta the car show
My titties and my ass got these niggas on go
Oh, no, dem haffi respect the queen
'Cause me and Wiley a guh mash up di scene
Oh, no, dem haffi respect we
And then dem haffi know seh dem nuh bad like we

Them have a style but them nah bad like ah we
Them have a song but them nah bad like ah we
When we ride pon the riddim, them nah bad like ah we
When we hype di crowd, them nah bad like ah we, yo
Them have a ting but them nah bad like ah we
Them have a lyric, them nah bad like ah we
When we ride pon the riddim, them nah bad like ah we
When we hype di crowd, them nah bad like ah we

Boy, you know that you the truth
You ain't got nothing to prove
They ain't got nothing on you, you
When you look into my eyes
Not a ting gon' maximize
Love it when we improvise-ise
See the way you ride in the bassline (what?)
Better put your hands on my waistline [?]
Know the body bad, it's a big crime-ime
[?]

Mi a real badman, so, mi want a bad gyal too
A nuh just birthday, she be blow candle
Whine up yuh sexy body inna di bass song
Baby, yuh doh shape like no rectangle
Badman ah London, nuh bwoy cyaan manhandle
Wiley be popping, piece a [?] wid triangle
When you see [?] I'm outside
Anyweh di killy go, [?] go
Pull up ah Wembley, bare gyal assembly
Mi money tall, full suit a Fendi (true)
Gyal a cock it up fi di boss, attempt mi
Mi pull up wid a megatron, real and trendy

Them have a style but them nah bad like ah we
Them have a song but them nah bad like ah we
When we ride pon the riddim, them nah bad like ah we
When we hype di crowd, them nah bad like ah we, yo
Them have a ting but them nah bad like ah we
Them have a lyric, them nah bad like ah we
When we ride pon the riddim, them nah bad like ah we
When we hype di crowd, them nah bad like ah we

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