🎵 P Money x Silencer - Stuttering (feat. Chip, D Double E & Dizzee Rascal)

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Lyrics to ‘Stuttering’ by P Money, Silencer, Chip, D Double E and Dizzee Rascal:

[Verse 1: P Money]
Black taxi mode when I'm pissed off
Heads getting picked up and ripped off (gone)
When I front for my team when they link shots
I'm right there in the centre when it kicks off
Snake ER when I'm tipped off
Chillin' with solid Metal Gear, I'm Big Boss
Pull up at the spot, that's 4 man drilling
Plus a witness describing a F1 pit stop
I don't wanna hear your shit songs
Your baby food, your shit slop
This is not a rap, run a man 'til my hip pops
Forget getting reloads, I pushed it into the clip locked (mad)
I been there, and I seen man get ticked off
'Til to this day had my lips locked
Tryna hit the target, things got messy
And I chipped the wall from far, that's a big shot
Stop talking like you did lots
I been there and done it all, jewelry and trap yards
The only moves you was doing was a hip toss
I grew a pair and I seen man get picked off
Life has been nuts, I've seen man roasted
I know animals from the Amazon
One transaction will get you boxed up and posted
I really been out here, c'mon man you know this

[Chorus: P Money & D Double E]
(Bidi-bup-up)
When we walk in, man's like (Bidi-bup-up)
Look how they're stuttering (Bidi-bup-up)
Look how they if and but (Bidi-bup-up)
Know who it is when you hear (Bidi-bup-up)
Look how we got them scared (Bidi-bup-up)
Old school man still paving the man, I'll combo an MC up (Ooh, ooh)

[Verse 2: Chip]
Yo
Twenty-four-bar let me start now
Who wants smoke got a half-ounce
Tell me what you know 'bout killin' MCs
Boy you don't know nuttin' 'bout a man down
It's like the youngers don't rate the olders
But the olders don't rate the youngers
So if I ever gotta kill a little boy on the mic
Tell him age ain't nuttin' but numbers
And I hate when MCs act like their problems are mine
I'll handle mine, handle yours 'cah you don't want a problem with I
Chip been a problem for time
Could end up in a problem for tryin'
No problem with rhymes
Oh my god, what's your problem?
You are not shootin' skengs (never)
Gun talk, that's not a problem
I'll use this pen, write to you like shoot me then
Niggas are bluffin', gyal I swear these niggas be cuffin' (lovers)
Got gyal on my line but I wifed this mic
Cah she won't divorce me for nothin'
Man send online for 3 minutes, think you shower
Boy you never been on a set for a hour
We rule the cowards, show man powers
I've done did my ten thousand hours

[Verse 3: Dizzee Rascal]
Hundred-hit combo, that's what I'm on
But I'm in my condo, jump on your song
And I'll make your song blow, I'm the head honcho
So far ahead, the scene just caught up
They lookin' at me, like what have you done
No, stop playin' dumb, you know what I've done
I cannot be son'd, how dare you talk
Like I ain't second to none, go wash out your tongue
These dickheads talk like they invented the gun
And had me on the run, now they all on the internet
Sittin' in interviews, running their gums
And they sayin' they come to the manor and spun
Got these people thinkin' that I hid in my Mum's
Like I'm really a victim and I ain't a warrior, all on my ones
Can't believe that this pussy is talkin', I'm stunned
I ain't sittin' here cryin', I'm countin' my funds
It ain't even worth wasting the air in my lungs at this point
It's been how many years and these man are still bums
It's been how many years and they're still getting crumbs
Tell me why would I need a bly
It don't even apply, you ain't even the guy
You're the guy goin' shop for the guy standin' next to the guy
You are overly quiet and shy, could never try

[Verse 4: D Double E]
It's P, double
All day long I make P, double
I don't wanna cause no trouble
But if trouble come then I burst him bubble
I don't wanna cause no trouble
But I'm ready for the dirt and P's got the shovel (trust me)
The way I give man a karate kick
You'd think man was the stunt double (hi-yah)
Look somebody tell this geezer, or
Imma get cold like freezer
Ten for my younger, send for the squeezer
You get sliced, not talking a pizza
Make a man give me the PIN to the Visa
Take a trip with the visa, Ibiza
Chilling out on the beach smoking a reefer
In the penthouse, feet up with the FIFA
You're not a badman, you're just a thiever
You're not smart, you're just a cheater
Tings here cold, tell her turn on the heater
All my mandem can't wait to meet ya
If man don't give me my P, then the 9mm will come to greet ya
Make man live underground with creature
Then I'm off with a sexy señorita

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