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Dappy, M24, BackRoad Gee – Antigua Lyrics

Dappy Antigua Lyrics, Antigua Lyrics by Dappy M24 BackRoad Gee

(Maze made it baby)
Huh-uh, huh-uh
Brrt, bop

Got a ting from Antigua
She loves smoking Cali’, but she hates amnesia (Ah)
She got a man at home, but she keeps on comin’ to the spot
So I gotta conceal her (Shot)
From a pitney, I had a choice
I could be a rapper, robber, scammer, or a dealer (Woo)
Yo, I tried all three
I see a man OD, but I’d rather get P for my feature
Bin bag money don’t fit in no briefcase
You know me, I spin tracks like a DJ
I’m in my own lane, I ain’t runnin’ no race
What you think I give a fuck about a relay?
Money, power, and respect (Woo)
That’s what you get when you start movin’ correct (Prrt)
You should be focusin’ on chasin’ these checks (Glee)
‘Cause you see, these bitches will get you finessed

Are you mad? You should be glidin’
Any time you see me star in the front page of Notion
‘Cause I ain’t tryna get the doughs
So a manna said sot
So that they can get a few clout tokens
Life’s a lesson (Yes, a lesson)
When you fool out of the demons, and run
You go speak to the reverie
Who need a blessin’? (Yeah)
When I’m stressin’, I pray to the most
I’m like “Give me progression”
I told bro “You know me, I’ll send P’s”
Anything you need, I got my G’s to the back home
Bundle of screws, they’ll lock off the party
Shot the Smarty, and cop you a little Zanco
If I’m chillin’ with the ting, it’s a real one
‘Cause the real one never tell under the blanket (Ah)
And if you’re chillin’ in the passy, and we see feds
I’ll be like “Quick ‘cah we’re up, Miss Banky”
You want another drink? Contain yourself (Ah)
How you gotta talk then you sustain yourself?
Ay, you see the Asus Space ‘cah you actin’ like a fool
Now, you stop gettin’ paid in full (Pow)
The love tings are overrated
In my eyes, all you do is give me bad luck
You’re a mad type (Pow)
But fuck it, I love it when you come on dirt
And I squirt ’em, built me like a bad pie

I got a ting from Dominiqua
She like takin’ molly, but she far from a keeper (Keeper)
She got a man at home, but she keeps on comin’ to the spot
So I gotta conceal her (Conceal her)
From a pitney, I had a choice
I could be a rapper, robber, scammer, or a dealer (Dealer)
Yo, I tried all three
I see a man OD, but I’d rather get P for my feature
Bin bag money don’t fit in no briefcase
You know me, I spin tracks like a DJ
I’m in my own lane, I ain’t runnin’ no race
What you think I give a fuck about a relay?
Money, power, and respect (Woo)
That’s what you get when you start movin’ correct (Woo)
You should be focusin’ on chasin’ these checks (Glee)
‘Cause you see, these bitches will get you finessed

You’re still out here chasin’ bitches (Huh)
The only thing I chase is bread (Huh-uh)
Run up a check, I could’ve bought new jewelry
But I put into new waps instead (Brrt, bow)
The chain on my neck is a mess (Huh-uh)
And it glows in the dark, the best of the best (Yes)
All of this ice got everyone preein’ (Everyone)
I need to go cop me a vest (Right now)
I’m still in the hood with the set (Huh)
The Get Backs known to the Met (Get Backs)
She said that I’m realer than the man before
And all of this ice got the pum-pum wet (Wet)
This one a natural, I’m really impressed (Yeah, yeah)
‘Cah she don’t like the rest (Nope)
I don’t check no price when I’m shoppin’ out Wess
Used to be brass, now, everything bless
I’m still on the pitch like [?] (Me)
Ride with a stick, Harry Potter
They ain’t see shit, yeah, I was just playin’
They don’t know what I got in my lock out
Run down paigons, and run to the bag
Gotta keep my eyes on the ball like Saka (Yes)
Sexy bitch wanna hit ‘cah I’m lit (Huh-uh)
Beat that down then it’s back to your blocka

Yo, got a ting from Antigua
She loves shakin’ her hips like Dua Lipa
She got a man at home, but she keeps on comin’ to the spot
So I gotta conceal her
From a pitney, I had a choice
I could be a rapper, robber, scammer, or a dealer
Yo, I tried all three
I see a man OD, but I’d rather get P for my feature

Hop on a motor, Horris
Scary, best we ready with [?], plenty
Vroom, skrr, vroom, skrr
Pull up on a man with boom-brr
I got a black ting with a big bat
From kway over there, she break it for me
Load it up, [?] for me
My [?], can you hold it for me?

Hey, get you touched in the streets
Hold your brrt, there’s no [?]
They don’t wanna see me in the middle of the streets
Hey, get you touched in the streets
Hold your brrt, there’s no [?]
They don’t wanna see me in the middle of the streets

Say hello to my likkle friend
Could been a long reach when I lick hella skeng
Dunk and dive, and save your friend
I’m off pebs on my big back ting
Make it bounce, shake it for me
Brrt, bow, shake it for me
Huh, pour me salt, bae
‘Cah you know I gotta pepper the beef

Got a ting from Ibiza
She like to party, and back-click her [?]
She got a man at home, but she keeps on comin’ to the spot
So I gotta conceal her
From a pitney, I had a choice
I could be a rapper, robber, scammer, or a dealer
Yo, I tried all three
I see a man OD, but I’d rather get P for my feature
Bin bag money don’t fit in no briefcase
You know me, I spin tracks like a DJ
I’m in my own lane, I ain’t runnin’ no race
What you think I give a fuck about a relay?
Money, power, and respect
That’s what you get when you start movin’ correct
You should be focusin’ on chasin’ these checks
‘Cause you see, these bitches will get you finessed

Maze made it, baby