| My belly hurts
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| My belly is hurting me
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| My belly hurts blud
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| I want some food blud
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| Yo, yo
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| Food!
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| Blud, my belly is hurting me blud
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| Food!
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| I’m hungry, I want some
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| Food!
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| I’m hungry and I want some flipping
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| Food!
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| Food!
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| I want some kebab rudeboy
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| As soon as I step foot in the shop
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| I know that I don’t know what I want
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| Chicken doner, kofte kebab or
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| Lamb shish, or a mixed special
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| Sometimes I get a kofte
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| Or some next one I can’t say properly (lahmacun)
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| I’m so hungry I’m bitin' my lips
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| Flippin' hell just get a portion of chips
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| Blud that’s too much salt on my chips
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| I been bitin' my lips, are you thick, it stings
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| I’ve lost my appetite, lickin' the salt off my lips
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| Throw the chips in the bin
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| Normal, walk out the shop
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| Don’t forget to say, «Thank you boss» (Ayy, safe, safe)
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| Walk to my yard, soon as I land
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| Go find a toilet and jam
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| Food!
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| Don’t you love it when you get some real good
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| Food!
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| Not going out on street and eating all of that junk
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| Food!
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| All that take-away and all that shit
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| Food!
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| I want some McD’s… McDonald’s!
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| So I pull up, at the drive-thru
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| They like to call it the McDrive
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| I’m waiting there for my food
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| The lady comes, I look in her eyes
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| «Ay, yo, yo!», then I start bussin' up
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| At the drive through I always joke
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| I ask for a large orange coke
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| Or sometimes I ask for a small large fries (Some chips)
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| I’m in my early twenties
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| Pushin' a whip but I’m payin' in pennies
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| When you get burgers, always check 'em
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| I eat burgers in fifteen seconds
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| Ketchup all over my face
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| Sesame seeds all over the place
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| As if that wasn’t enough to spoil it
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| Go home spend two days on the toilet
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| Food!
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| Go home and eat some of that good
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| Food!
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| After you been out on road, shottin' that
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| Food!
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| Come and get a big munch, munch that
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| Food!
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| On no eediat ting, rudeboy
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| Nah man, I ain’t got no Ps today
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| So I sit in my yard and check MySpace
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| As per usual my belly rumbles
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| Here comes mum to save the day
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| I say, «Good afternoon», fix my face
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| Then ask mum to fix me a plate
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| Be polite if she’s in a good mood
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| I know I’ll get some of that good food
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| Rice, plantain, but no ackee
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| I’m Nigerian, I deal with shaki
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| Trust me, it might not sound nice
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| But I box 'dat back with ground rice
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| I ain’t on a hype ting either
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| I wash it down with a glass of water
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| And when I fill up my tummy
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| Don’t forget to say thank you mummy (Thanks mum, thanks mum)
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| Food!
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| Some good food, good
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| Food!
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| Food!
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| Food! |