Lyrics Bugzy Malone – Bruce Wayne
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Everything black on the C63 for real impact
Man could never tell me that I’m whack when I’m sat back in the tracksuit that I designed and it’s mad
Go and tell them man they can fall back
‘Cause I’m king of the north and I’m on a warpath
‘Cause you know I got the big ting in a rucksack
0-60 in four point zero, hero ’cause I’m Batman and all that
Man don’t want it with the don god and I got a level that I’m not showing them and all that
I watch man looking at my watch fam, but I’m not a watch man ’cause I’ve never been a Rorschach, and Golovkin couldn’t even stop man
And I got baddies to catch I’m batman and all that
Ah, yeah Batmanting
When I’m in my black tracksuit
I’m on a Batmanting
Blacked out gloves with a ski mask to match
A man can’t catch what a Batman’s in
C63 the Batmanting
You’re a joker
You get your head smacked in
I’ll slap man, then I’ll do a Pacman
Eat man’s food then pounce on a Batmanting
Ah, yeah Batmanting
When I’m in my black tracksuit
I’m on a Batmanting
Blacked out gloves with a ski mask to match
A man can’t catch what a Batman’s in
C63 the Batmanting
You’re a joker
You get your head smacked in
I’ll slap man, then I’ll do a Pacman
Eat man’s food then pounce on a Batmanting
See when I got beef
I get blacked out down to my feet
I mean I got something new for the street
And I swear on my mums life it’s the kind of tracksuit man use when they got beef
Blacked out down to the feet
I mean I got something new for the street
Supply&Demand part 3
Yeah I’m on a different planet
They’ve seen everything I got and they want it
Man say that they’re gonna’ smack man about when they see man in the flesh and they don’t want it
Why say you wanna go bar for bar
‘Cause when I heard you bar for bar you were robotic
This ones like a gangbanger, with a blacked out man bag and a flow psychotic
I’m hard like a gin with no tonic
Flyin’ like a Tails with no Sonic
You dun know the AMG is trick tronic and the kick on it is quick like a pick pocket
From a nobody to a somebody, I got bodies on my résumé
Ask my man he got bodied
Truthfully I couldn’t wifey the ting off, she isn’t my cup of tea or coffee
Ah, yeah Batmanting
When I’m in my black tracksuit
I’m on a Batmanting
Blacked out gloves with a ski mask to match
A man can’t catch what a Batman’s in
C63 the Batmanting
You’re a joker
You get your head smacked in
I’ll slap man then I’ll do a Pacman
Eat man’s food then pounce on a Batmanting
Ah, yeah Batmanting
When I’m in my black tracksuit
I’m on a Batmanting
Blacked out gloves with a ski mask to match
A man can’t catch what a Batman’s in
C63 the Batmanting
You’re a joker
You get your head smacked in
I’ll slap man then I’ll do a Pacman
Eat man’s food then pounce on a Batmanting
Ah, yeah Batmanting
When I’m in my black tracksuit
I’m on a Batmanting
Blacked out gloves with a ski mask to match
A man can’t catch what a Batman’s in
C63 the Batmanting
You’re a joker
You get your head smacked in
I’ll slap man then I’ll do a Pacman
Eat man’s food then pounce on a Batmanting
Ah, yeah Batmanting
When I’m in my black tracksuit
I’m on a Batmanting
Blacked out gloves with a ski mask to match
A man can’t catch what a Batman’s in
C63 the Batmanting
You’re a joker
You get your head smacked in
I’ll slap man then I’ll do a Pacman
Eat man’s food then pounce on a Batmanting
