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tana & cristale - shubz lyrics
[intro: cristale]
(rah, that’s rjayondatrack)
(spk)
uh_huh
yardie shubeen just started, real long minute, you’re in it for a finish, innit?
baddie not wraylee’s not just nephews, ain’t no limits, innit?
ain’t come thru’ for the passa, rasta please no gaze, no gimmicks, innit?
call the five_ding door spinners becah we fidget before we spin it, spin it
[verse 1: tana]
what?
spin it, fill it, whip it, tug it, rise up, fly that bullet, bullet
man’s in the shubeen with two drinks mixin’, tell the dj, “ayy, pull it” (pull up)
seen so many man get jerked in the night times cookin’, the heat’s like spice, man bun him
bro’s in the trap shottin’ white girl, now he’s in a white cells, funny how a whitе man’s judgin’
why_why they judgin’ like judge rindеr?
everybody wan’ pree, man, it’s comin’ like it’s made of inter
[verse 2: cristale]
and my brudda hit her with a switcher
no ninja turtle, get left, no likkle splinter
know what, my k!lly from brum, a big gyal to some, but to him, i’m a likkle sister
this_this baddie lookin’ for a mister, it’s tough, i put my fist up, hit her with a twister (uh_huh)
bar_barbie, don’t need bare ice, no lolli’ for bare badeens in oh polly, gosh golly
[verse 3: tana & cristale]
i_i twist it ollie if she’s got body_ollie, pon tings, i get froggy, i’m sorry
a hot boy, bobby shmurda, bodied, i fist up my man like me squared on hockey (bap)
i see him get lift, stairs are rocky
gunners out, so we put the work on rugby
gu_gunners out like it was aftv, gg, jump out, spin it like cd’s
put it on loop, repeat, cheeky, just got hat off a beanie (huh)
ju_just got hat off the baddest, she give me the baddest
simmer toes curl so freely
champagnepapi, they love me like kiki
that’s why they wan’ watch and pree me (huh)
[pre_chorus: cristale]
ya_ya_yardie shubeen just started, real long minute, you’re in it for a finish, innit? (hah)
baddie not wraylee’s not just nephews, ain’t no limits, innit? (ayy, come here)
ain’t come thru’ for the passa, rasta please no gaze, no gimmicks, innit? (oi)
call_call the five_ding door spinners becah we fidget before we spin it, spin it (wow)
[chorus: tana & cristale]
spin it, fill it, whip it, tug it, rise up, fly that bullet, bullet
man’s in the shubeen with two drinks mixin’, tell the dj, “ayy, pull it” (pull up)
pure_pure five star what broski’s cookin’
true say, i be up and in the bando juggin’ (ayy, cut that)
two rack deep off of live show bookings
they don’t call me a mic man for nothin’
spin it, fill it, whip it, tug it, rise up, fly that bullet, bullet
man’s in the shubeen with two drinks mixin’, tell the dj, “ayy, pull it” (pull up)
bro’s in the back with a bad one jookin’
peng gyal can’t get too close, i start buggin’
thumper gyal, she too ready, ayy, look in’
buck me? i live well, you’re smokin’ on suttin’
[verse 4: cristale]
ski got two_two tings in a room, no zoom, four_way convo, this dumb f_ck
the_the_the yute too f_cky to rass, a lucky hard knock lifer, we call this one tough luck
own_own in the corner, wray with the slush pup
two yutes hit the grey goose, no duck, duck (ayy, sit back)
brow_brow_brown and white, made the lightweight upchuck
badman arch up, they do get gun buck
[verse 5: tana]
they_they do get gun buck or buck fiddy
my young bucks buck or bun cod for me
kucheans, i’m a unit as kompany
get jacks on curtesy’s f_ckery
get_get jackson on janet and tan’ still spazzin’
i’m top gear, what you call that? formatic
i’m frontline, lights are the white, let’s ‘ave it
i pull up like decks and jack it
[verse 6: cristale & tana]
de_de_de_decks get jack up like jack food
caucasian females came in for black yutes
pocket them, hungry for money like fat yutes
try do up this yute, get done up like that yute
do_do_done up by that yute, stick it like bamboos
n_ggas take things without thank you
come on as man, that’s a bad move, i’m in a bad mood
you can get tan, it ain’t cantu
[pre_chorus: cristale]
ya_ya_yardie shubeen just started, real long minute, you’re in it for a finish, innit? (hah)
baddie not wraylee’s not just nephews, ain’t no limits, innit? (ayy, come here)
ain’t come thru’ for the passa, rasta please no gaze, no gimmicks, innit? (oi)
call_call the five_ding door spinners becah we fidget before we spin it, spin it (wow)
[chorus: tana & cristale]
spin it, fill it, whip it, tug it, rise up, fly that bullet, bullet
man’s in the shubeen with two drinks mixin’, tell the dj, “ayy, pull it” (pull up)
pure_pure five star what broski’s cookin’
true say, i be up and in the bando juggin’ (ayy, cut that)
two rack deep off of live show bookings
they don’t call me a mic man for nothin’
spin it, fill it, whip it, tug it, rise up, fly that bullet, bullet
man’s in the shubeen with two drinks mixin’, tell the dj, “ayy, pull it” (pull up)
bro’s in the back with a bad one jookin’
peng gyal can’t get too close, i start buggin’
thumper gyal, she too ready, ayy, look in’
buck me? i live well, you’re smokin’ on suttin’
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