Wave and Jagga - Jammer, Dizzle_AP

Wave, wave, wave, wave

Yeah

Wave, wave, wave, wave

Wave, wave, wave, wave

Oh yeah

Wave, wave, wave, wave

I’m a different kind of rapper, I got the wave and jagga

Your flow’s plain, no swagger, left that shit on the hanger

You ain’t no Murkle Man, your dreads don’t swing like Jammer

Manaman type in slang, please don’t watch my grammar

I grew up on Pay As U Go, More Fire and Heartless

I remember Giggs back then, that Walk In Da Park shit

Back then I was in a whip, Hollowman blasting

Nowadays I’m in the whip, Hollowman blasting

Came up from nothing, we all did, way back then we was children

We used to get up to bullshit, we started making them wall flips

Now we out making them hoe flips, I wanna get into music

My nigga ride in a bird, my nigga pull up and burst

My nigga pull up in first, slap it in second, we gone in the third

How can I lose if I’m coming out in Toulouse

I switch the flow, I switch the flow like it’s new

Yeah, I take a trip to the Moon, how, high like a plane or two

Then I go light up the booth, that bitch thinks she’s rude

Tryna act brand new but that weave be old

You should bless that like «achoo!», tell that bitch to move

Tell that bitch to move, t-t-t-tell that bitch to move

This ain’t your average wave, this that A-class wave

Bruce Willis, Die Hard, like Footsie, man a go hard

Man a bang this in my yard, man a bang this in my car, no joke

You shouldn’t play with smoke, you shouldn’t play with smoke

Might get burned on road

I’m a different kind of rapper, I got the wave and jagga

Your flow’s plain, no swagger, left that shit on the hanger

You ain’t no Murkle Man, your dreads don’t swing like Jammer

Manaman type in slang, please don’t watch my grammar

I’m a different kind of rapper, I got the wave and jagga

Your flow’s plain, no swagger, left that shit on the hanger

You ain’t no Murkle Man, your dreads don’t swing like Jammer

Manaman type in slang, please don’t watch my grammar

Who is it, Murkle Man, roll to the rave with gang

Boy Better Know like Sam, know that we speak in slang

And when I say «Neckle», know that I smoke with the gang

And when I say «who is it, Murkle», know that I’m coming for man

I got the green and purple, come to your ends and shirkle

All of my G’s are certy, can’t take badman for Urkel

When I catch them man, I’ll make man run in a circle

And that’s why I caught them man, cah them man are slow like turtle

Chat to me properly, them man there can’t rob me

Bare piff tings that are on me, smoke so much that I feel like a zombie

I’m with Blakey chilling in Brockley, when I’m smokin', I’m smokin' the broccoli

Not even the feds can stop me, I used to roll with them man back then,

nowadays them man are moving opssy

Why’d you run your mouth, why’d you run your gob

Why’d you talk to the pigs, why’d you talk to the hogs

Tell that pussy’ole bounce, you’re not old school like Pogs

Fam, I’ll come to your house, you don’t wanna swing like locks

I’m a different kind of, I got the wave and

Your flow’s plain and, leave that shit on the hanger

You ain’t no Murkle Man, you don’t merk raves like Shabba

I was out here on the roadside, running from feds, no scanner

I’m a different kind of rapper, I got the wave and jagga

Your flow’s plain, no swagger, left that shit on the hanger

You ain’t no Murkle Man, your dreads don’t swing like Jammer

Manaman type in slang, please don’t watch my grammar

I’m a different kind of rapper, I got the wave and jagga

Your flow’s plain, no swagger, left that shit on the hanger

You ain’t no Murkle Man, your dreads don’t swing like Jammer

Manaman type in slang, please don’t watch my grammar

Wave, wave, wave, wave

Wave, wave, wave, wave