I'm Coming (Tarzan, Pt. 2) Lyrics & Tabs by Dappy
I'm Coming (Tarzan, Pt. 2)
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So I hate when I talk to my boy from pen and he acts like cuz’ you forgotten me!
I ain’t got time to sh*t let alone come check you blud
You know I’m her property
Right now I’m in Europe fu*king up sh*t
more than the economy
So when you land you know I got you properly
I bring my people through it, everything I
do
You reckon me I pop wid’ you
Ahhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa
You a snitchin’ little bitch and you love
singin’ to the blues
Well this song wasn’t made for you
Ahhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaa
I’m coming
Well this song wasn’t made for you
Ahhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaa
I’m coming
I’m coming
For you
Aaaahhaa
I’m coming
I’m coming
For you
Yo, f*ck so good make a b*tch wanna find me
Wanna rolex ring Wiley
When I was a bum, no-one really liked me
Now its time someone went a got a new job for Tinie
I’m only playing
I’m just saying I’ll sh*t so hard I’m constipated
Overworked, underrated
Now my tings poppin’ off, no gun relation
Grind all day but I ain’t roller blading
All eyes on MOI, harder baby
No love for the ex, on night no tea towel
Tell Kelly i’ve got that motivation
I beg, someone find Max online and let her know I wanna smash her from the back
Sarah Jane come give me brain and put them big red lips on my sack!
I’ll be killin’ cause I’ll be getting bred
Hard doe, number 1′s all day on the chart show
So F*CK YOU and your 90 track mixtape
Thats a million bars of arsehole
My flows are wrecked and it opens legs
Its fly than a motherf*cking jumbo jet
What a selfish b*stard, no respect
You know dapz, no regrets
I still roll through my hood and I wear my chain
F*ck a top boy Scorcher and Bashy can’t do the same
Real recognised, reaaaalll
How many albums have you sold today?
I ain’t saying nuttin’ way not Kanye
But I’m living life on the runway
If your nice, I’ll be like ‘Welcome on board my brudda, say bye to gun play’
King of the jungle, hardest can be, I dare you to let your chick party with me
Im Tarzan and im hung like a tree
Imagine if your new born pops out looking exactly like moi
Banter, but on the real get her on pampers because I’ll be on the tour bus getting pampered
I heard Simon Cowell thinks I’m a little w*nker
An i’m getting on his tits like cancer
And I don’t wanna start mentioning names
Where they all now? There bankrupt!
Joe McElderry, oh what a stand up!
Alexandra, pull your socks up!
Where you hits at? You ain’t no winner!
I feel bad cause your voice is amazing but your careers getting raped by a mason
That sh*t f*cking upsets me, cause it don’t get me, try bring them near me
Coming round with your hand out, wanting a hand out, ahhhh thats too political
I don’t care about a bentley, gucci or a fendi, mans living in a spaceship!
You got clapped by a, BANG! Your girl got mad by a BANG! That smooth criminal
I’m a product of my environment I ain’t sayin’ me and you are any different
I’m just planning an early retirement
I don’t mean sorry when I say I’m going Kingston
Every mans welcome to fly long distance
We be on the beach with Weed Man Winston!
Plus I’m the craziest ting out the United Kingdom
I bring my people through it, everything I
do
You reckon me I pop wid’ you
Ahhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa
You a snitchin’ little bitch and you love
singin’ to the blues
Well this song wasn’t made for you
Ahhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaa
I’m coming
I’m coming
For you
Aaaahhaa
I’m coming
I’m coming
For you
I ain’t even going in, I’m just f*cking around
They just weren’t
You know me
I’d rather be singing my sh*t anyway
Big up Keyz motherf*cker
POOOMBLAYYYYYYY!!
