I'm Coming (Tarzan Part 2) (Dappy)

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 shit let alone come check you blud You know I’m hot property I got property Right now I’m in Europe fucking up shit More than the economy So when you land you know I got you properly I bring my people through with, 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 Yo, fuck so good make a bitch wanna fight 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 shit 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, holla baby No love for the ex, on that note T Tell Kelly I’ve got that motivation I beg, someone find Max online and let her know I wanna smash her from the back If not Sarah Jane can 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 FUCK YOU and your 90 track mixtape Thats a million bars of arsehole My flows are wrecked and it opens legs Its fly than a motherfucking jumbo jet What a selfish bastard, 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 that I'm Wayne or Kanye But I’m living life on the runway If your nang, 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 I’m Tarzan and I’m 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 wanker An I’m getting on his tits like Cancer And I don’t wanna start mentioning names (Fuck it) 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 shit fucking upsets me, cause it don’t get me, try bring them near me Coming round with your hands 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 macked 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 surrey when I say I’m going Kingston Every mans welcome to fly long distance We be on the beach with Weed Man Winston! WINSTON! Plus I’m the craziest ting out the United Kingdom