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Know My Ting (feat. Shakka) - Ghetts



     
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Know My Ting (feat. Shakka) Lyrics


Yeah
IncredibleRun out of rum, re-up the car
You know my ting
She wants to laugh cos of the 'ha', ah
You know my ting
Dark skin or light, ain't got a type, ah
You know my ting
We spend pounds, you make sounds, ah
You know my ting
Fam, you know my ting, fam, you know my ting
Fam, you know my ting, fam, you know my ting
Fam, she already know my ting, she ready to go home and ting
Fam, you know my ting, fam, you know my tingRude boy
Got your baby in my new toy
I made her be National
I took Nat west before you Lloyd
My turn
I was in this queue before you joined

Eye this, night shift
She don't deserve no penthouse viewpointDon Gorgon, Don Dada
Dun all of them mans badder
Mr Lover Lover like Shabba
And all the peng tings in the manor
No skeletons in my wardrobe
Just bags worth of swagger
What the fuck's that on your torso?
That ain't worth the hangerRun out of rum, re up the car, ah
You know my ting
She wants to laugh cos of the 'ha', ah
You know my ting
Dark skin or light, ain't got a type, ah
You know my ting
We spend pounds, you make sounds, ah
You know my ting
Fam, you know my ting, fam, you know my ting
Fam, you know my ting, fam, you know my ting
Fam, she already know my ting, she ready to ho home and ting
Fam, you know my ting, fam, you know my tingBad man
Yours wife's postcode in my Sat-Nav
WiFi code in my iPhone
Leave the toilet seat up and smash that
So many condoms in the trash bag
Man's gonna think its a gang bang
Man's got a girl doing cartwheels, backflips, handstandsDon Gorgon, Don Dada
Dun all of them mans badder
Mr Lover Lover like Shabba
And all the peng tings in the manor
No skeletons in my wardrobe
Just bags worth of swagger
What the fuck's that on your torso?
That ain't worth the hangerRun out of rum, re up the car, ah
You know my ting
She wants to laugh cos of the 'ha', ah
You know my ting
Dark skin or light, ain't got a type, ah
You know my ting
We spend pounds, you make sounds, ah
You know my ting
Fam, you know my ting, fam, you know my ting
Fam, you know my ting, fam, you know my ting
Fam, she already know my ting, she ready to home and ting
Fam, you know my ting, fam, you know my tingRun out of rum, re up the car, ah
You know my ting
She wants to laugh cos of the 'ha', ah
You know my ting
Dark skin or light, ain't got a type, ah
You know my ting
We spend pounds, you make sounds, ah
You know my ting
Fam, you know my ting, fam, you know my ting
Fam, you know my ting, fam, you know my ting
Fam, she already know my ting, she ready to go home and ting
Fam, you know my ting, fam, you know my ting
Songwriters
Justin Clarke Samuel, Shakka Philips, Silvano Stuurman, Reiss Nicholas, Lance Agyepong, Etienne LutankiPublished by
Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC. Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.

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“I’m not that ‘Ghetto’ person anymore,” Ghetts proclaims about his name change from his previous street moniker. “I’ve grown out of it.” At 24 years of age, Justin Clarke is finally maturing into the artist he has always strived to be; or ‘Grime star’ as he puts it. From Justin to Ghetto to Ghetts, the east London native has seen the lows of being behind bars to the highs of sell out concerts all in a short space of time; the sum of which have contributed to the well rounded individual who is ready to embark on the next stage of his promising career.

Read more about Ghetts on Last.fm.


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