Correction Lyrics WHAT U WANT by Lancey Foux & Skepta

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[Lancey Foux]
(It's fuckin' Redda, f—fucking Redda)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, why won't you leave me alone? (Huh)
(Jay Trench)
Eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up (Chyeah)
Eat it up, eat it up (Chyeah)
In my thoughts

I'm in my zone, what you want?
Please stop callin' my phone, what you want?
Ex-drug dealer but I still got stock
Got X, got lean, got perc, what you want?
Cool lil' baddie can't leave me alone
With my other ting right now, what you want?
Niggas lookin' for smoke 'til they find me
Start actin' lost, what you want? (Hey)

[Lancey Foux]
You know I don't take no prisoners (Huh)
Come through on that troll ting, come through actin' innocent (Dickhеad)
Niggas said that they rollin', tables turn, I'm spinnin' it (Hey)
And I comе through bowling, sexy ting, I'm pinnin' it (Yeah)
If life is a game, then you know us man been winnin' it (Woo)
If the four-five ain't got ADHD, then I got the Ritalin (Round)
Skep come through like mob boss, I come through like kingpin (Chyeah)
All of my chains on anywhere, they call me sickening (All of my chains)
All of my chains on, hit her from the back, she bust (All of my chains)
Takin' the frame off, paint the picture like Van Gogh (Hey, Uh-huh)
They don't even know my foot on they neck, like I'm so hands off
Tryna' put four-hundred cars in a barn, so tanned off (So tanned off, yeah-yeah-yeah-chyeah)

[Skepta]
You see the tat's on my neck, new campaign, I'm back on the net (Back in a sec')
Oh, they want me to post a story, I'ma need two-hundred racks and a check (Tryna' get bank)
Twenty years time, I'ma still be in my prime, and I put that on my set (That on my set)
They wanna be on the blogs, they need the clout, I cannot gas on the net
I'm sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, I'ma look after my daughter
Say you get paid, please, please, please, how you go halves on a quarter? (How?)
I jump on the beat and it's torture (Trust), shut up and sit in the corner (Greaze)
You listen to my music, say you don't like it, pussy, you really a stalker
I'ma get paid regardless (Ice), fuck all these niggas, they harmless
Check my shit, I been fuckin' these pussio's up I been catchin' them charges (Trust)
I was that young nigga steppin' out with my skeng to all the dances (Smoke)
Grab my shank when I grab my phone and keys, I ain't takin' no chances, straight greaze

I'm in my zone, what you want?
Please stop callin' my phone, what you want? (What you want?)
Ex-drug dealer but I still got stock
Got X, got lean, got perc, what you want?
Cool lil' baddie can't leave me alone
With my other ting right now, what you want?
Niggas lookin' for smoke 'til they find me
Start actin' lost, what you want? (Chyeah)

[Lancey Foux]
(What you want? Find me
What you want? Find me
What you want? Find me
What you want? Find me)

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