Antigua Lyrics – Dappy

Antigua Lyrics by Dappy

(Maze made it, baby)
Huh-uh, huh-uh
Brrt, bop
Got a ting from Antigua

She loves smokin’ Cali’, but she hates amnesia (Ah)
She got a man at home, but she keeps on comin’ to the spot
So I gotta conceal her (Shot)
From a pitney, I had a choice

I could be a rapper, robber, scammer, or a dealer (Woo)
Yo, I tried all three
I see a man OD, but I’d rather get P for my feature
Bin bag money don’t fit in no briefcase

You know me, I spin tracks like a DJ
I’m in my own lane, I ain’t runnin’ no race
What you think I give a f#ck about a relay?
Money, power, and respect (Woo)

That’s what you get when you start movin’ correct (Prrt)
You should be focusin’ on chasin’ these checks (Glee)
‘Cause you see, these b#tches will get you finessed
Are you mad? You should be glad

Any time you see me standing on the front page of Notion
Just out here tryna get the doughs
Some man said “Assault”
Just so that they can get a few clout tokens

Life’s a lesson (Yes, a lesson)
When you feel like the demons are on you
Go speak to the reverie
We all need a blessin’? (Ya)

When I’m stressin’, I pray to the most high
I’m like “Give me progression” (Uh)
I told bro “You know me, I’ll send P’s”
Anything you need, I got my G’s to the back home

Bun the screws, they’ll lock off the party
Shot the Smarty, and cop you a little Zanco
If I’m chillin’ with the ting, it’s a real one
‘Cause the real one never tell under the blanket (Ah)

And if you’re chillin’ in the passy, and we see feds
I’ll be like “Quick, hurry up and spank it”
You want another drink? Contain yourself (Ah)
How you at the top then you just stain yourself?

Ay, you see the Ace of Space, but you actin’ like a fool
Now, you stop gettin’ paid in full (Pow)
The love tings are overrated
In my eyes, all you do is give me bad luck

You’re a magpie (Pow)
But f#ck it, I love it when you come on dirt in that skirt and blow me like a bagpipe
I got a ting from Dominiqua
She like takin’ molly, but she far from a keeper (Keeper)

She got a man at home, but she keeps on comin’ to the spot
So I gotta conceal her (Conceal her)
From a pitney, I had a choice
I could be a rapper, robber, scammer, or a dealer (Dealer)

Yo, I tried all three
I see a man OD, but I’d rather get P for my feature
Bin bag money don’t fit in no briefcase
You know me, I spin tracks like a DJ

I’m in my own lane, I ain’t runnin’ no race
What you think I give a f#ck about a relay?
Money, power, and respect (Woo)
That’s what you get when you start movin’ correct (Woo)

You should be focusin’ on chasin’ these checks (Glee)
‘Cause you see, these b#tches will get you finessed (Robbed up)
You’re still out here chasin’ b#tches (Huh)
The only thing I chase is bread (Huh-uh)

Run up a check, I could’ve bought new jewelry
But I put into new waps instead (Brrt, bow)
The chain on my neck is a mess (Huh-uh)
And it glows in the dark, the best of the best (Yes)

All of this ice got everybody preein’ (Everyone)
I need to go cop me a vest (Right now)
I’m still in the hood with the set (Huh)
The Get Backs known to the Met (Get Backs)

She said that I’m realer than the man before
And all of this ice got the pum-pum wet (Wet)
This one a natural, I’m really impressed (Yeah, yeah)
‘Cah she don’t like the rest (Nope)

I don’t check no price when I’m shoppin’ out Wess
Used to be brass, now, everything bless
I’m still on the pitch like Jota (Me, Jota)
Ride with a stick, Harry Potter (Potter)

They ain’t see sh#t, yeah, I was just playin’ (Playin’)
They don’t know what I got in my lock out
Run down paigons, and run to the bag (Bag)
Gotta keep my eyes on the ball like Saka (Yes)

Sexy b#tch wanna hit ‘cah I’m lit (Huh-uh)
Beat that down then it’s back to your blocka
Yo, got a ting from Antigua
She loves shakin’ her hips like Dua Lipa

She got a man at home, but she keeps on comin’ to the spot
So I gotta conceal her
From a pitney, I had a choice
I could be a rapper, robber, scammer, or a dealer

Yo, I tried all three
I see a man OD, but I’d rather get P for my feature
Hop on a motor, Horris
Scary, best we ready with [?], plenty

Vroom, skrr, vroom, skrr
Pull up on a man with a brrt-brr (Brrt0brr)
I got a blick ting with a big bat (Boom)
From kway over there, she break it for me

Load it up, and slap it for me
My affa, can you hold it for me?
Hey, get you touched in the streets
Hold your brrt, there’s no hopey

Hey, they don’t wanna see me in the middle of the streets
Get you touched in the streets
Hold your brrt, there’s no hopey
Hey, they don’t wanna see me in the middle of the streets

Say hello to my likkle friend (Hello)
Could been a long reach when I lick hella skeng
Dunk and dive, and save your friend (Bah)
I’m off pebs on my big back ting

Make it bounce, shake it for me
Brrt, bow, shake it for me (Bow)
Huh, pour me salt, bae (Brrt, brrt)
‘Cah you know I gotta pepper the beef (Brrt)

Got a ting from Ibiza
She like to party, and back-click her bottle of liter
She got a man at home, but she keeps on comin’ to the spot
So I gotta conceal her

From a pitney, I had a choice
I could be a rapper, robber, scammer, or a dealer
Yo, I tried all three
I see a man OD, but I’d rather get P for my feature

Bin bag money don’t fit in no briefcase
You know me, I spin tracks like a DJ
I’m in my own lane, I ain’t runnin’ no race
What you think I give a f#ck about a relay?

Money, power, and respect
That’s what you get when you start movin’ correct
You should be focusin’ on chasin’ these checks
‘Cause you see, these b#tches will get you finessed

Maze made it, baby
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Dappy Lyrics – Antigua

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Antigua