Aggy Wid It - Bugzy Malone

Get-get mad, get aggy wid it

I’m a bully to the beat, I’m a daddy wid it

I hold her so tight when I’m doing my ting, she told her friends I’m a baddy

wid it

Uh, don’t bother wid it

I’m a double champion, I’m Conor init

Give me the beat, give me the mic, I swear down you already know I’m bodying it

Uh, way too mucky wid it

If it’s not dank, I’m not fucking wid it

If she’s not gang, I’m not woodying it

Them man are jokers, they’re funny with it

Uh, he keeps copying it

Down to the way I dress, he’s copying it

Down to the way I do my ting on Instagram, I checked his and he’s copying it

Uh, too calm wid it

Them man are Sports Direct, I’m Harvey Nichs

His new CD’s so dry that I hope that he hands out some lip balm wid it

Yeah, too raw wid it

So hard, I’ll snap man’s jaw wid it

You’re not a serious guy, you’re a doughnut, you’re gonna make man snap in a

minute

If I get-get mad, get aggy wid it

Get mad, get aggy wid it

Get mad, get aggy wid it

You’re gonna make man snap in a minute

If I get-get mad, get aggy wid it

Get mad, get aggy wid it

Get mad, get aggy wid it

You’re gonna make man snap-snap-snap

MC’s struggling 'cause they smoke too much weed when they chill with the bros

I don’t wanna be like them, are you mad?

When they see me it’s like seeing a

ghost

Speaking of ghosts, she died her hair blonde and thinks she’s Marilyn Monroe

She wears too much makeup and it’s gross

Plus she smokes, it’s a joke

MC’s struggling on the low

Telling us things that we already know

Drilla, drilla, drilla gang

Drilla, drilla, make it bang

Drill it, bill it, flip it, light it

Whip it, whip it, whip it, wipe it

You know crap, you’re chatting crap

I look back, I’ve overlapped

I don’t have to trap and be an MC

You’re not proper if you’ve gotta do both

Yeah I miss bagging, bagging, bagging up

But I make way too much money from shows

If I get-get mad, get aggy wid it

Get mad, get aggy wid it

Get mad, get aggy wid it

You’re gonna make man snap in a minute

If I get-get mad, get aggy wid it

Get mad, get aggy wid it

Get mad, get aggy wid it

You’re gonna make man snap-snap-snap

This one’s a straight up wobbler

This one’s aggy like Pogba

It’s like I warn bankers when it comes out of the speakers, it might rock ya

Uh, this one’s dangerous

This one’s killing off haters

This one’s wiping out any MC in a five-hundred mile radius

Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream

And if you don’t want holes in your boat, don’t come anywhere near me

Oh no, no you don’t, not in your wildest dreams

I’ll release the hounds on man in the night and listen to the barks and screams

Man know the season

If I get-get mad, get aggy wid it

Get mad, get aggy wid it

Get mad, get aggy wid it

You’re gonna make man snap in a minute

If I get-get mad, get aggy wid it

Get mad, get aggy wid it

Get mad, get aggy wid it

You’re gonna make man snap-snap-snap

Man know the season

Bugzy Malone, ya know