Zdot - Back on the Market lyrics

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Zdot - Back on the Market lyrics

Who's saying names? Who thinks they're f**ing clever? You ain't a bloke, you're a bird And I'm back to ruffle feathers They call me the professor Though I never got a degree But right now, anything's possible Leicester were top of the league I'm having a party, like Jamie Vardy I'm celebrating too Cause somebody gave me an E Why would I break it in two? I don't do things by halves A whole E is as holy as I get Take care of you and your dargs What you know about me? I'm a vet I can k**, I don't play, I rap sk**ed I quit rap and then I got a tax bill Heap up, better speed up Speak on it, better speak up Don't worry about what I'm lean off Or pee'd off cause I'm P'd up Pigs took away my license You see all that laughter? Dead it Cause last July, when I got a new whip Parked it outside the police station Waited till I seen that pig and then revved it Commotion, I'm bursting Somebody hand me a little potion What's the motion [?], feel a lot of demotion Feel a lot of emotion I'm emotive Anybody saying they're the boss has since been demoted What? Demotion Look, it's hard out here in these times These guys have got no hope Their flow's coke, it's been stepped on Like three times, they've got weak lines Dead lines, they've got no shots These shots at me? I mean, these swines I grew up in E5 Where you hear shots and then police sirens Your girl's a groupie, blud I see her preeing me Your life's a movie, but It went straight to DVD I'm still the pro, bro I'm still a fiend So who's got all the pills? Somebody spill the beans Blimey, I'm grimy The way I'm rhyming just might be The reason all of these hot spices Wanna season my meat It's all about the timing Don't watch mine Just went and copped a new watch To make up for lost time I've got a new watch, it's a Hublot Or is it Hublot? f** it, who knows I'm lying anyway, it's an AP Don't make me get old school, put on my AP Big up Time, big up AP Virgin ain't the label that pays me Virgin ain't the label that pays me Virgin ain't the label- Back in it, give me the jab like a vaccine and Sit back and relax a bit As I strap you in and inject the vaccination You ain't ever gonna rap dissing Keep practising You never know, it might pay off If you see Jammz or Ethan Know that it's day dot Badboys from day, from day, no, day Army? Are you barmy You'll need an army to harm me PG, but I yell out "c*nt" On live TV like Harvey "Hello, you c*nt" I said hello, you c*nt, not Ella, you c*nt But Ella's a c*nt You can tell I'm a c*nt, one hell of a c*nt Cause I tend to get ahead of myself So full of sh**, I need an enema I would rather listen to Enya Than any of you on my stereo Wickedest ting to come out of my area It's Pro, dig a hole, I'll bury ya Why in the world would I ever remarry her? Marry her? I've got all these hoes in the Marriott Give me that spliff and let me spark it Boy, I ain't even started I don't miss any exes I'm always on the target Scarlet in my gla** With a whip that'll make you car-sick Footloose and fancy free Yeah, I'm back on the market A platinum artist But I'll still sh** on your carpet Back on the market Piss on your parade Back on the market Money can't buy you cla** Back on the market But it can buy you cla** A Back on the market

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