Filthy Gears – Way Down Lyrics

[Intro: Tee]
Man are flexing way up
Catch him on the way down
To box him way up
Catch him on the way down
Flexing, flexing on the way up
Man are flexing way up
Catch him on the way down

[Chorus: Tee]
Man are flexing way up
Catch him on the way down
Fronting like they’re way up
Till they’re on the way down
You was on your way up
Now you’re on your way down
Man are flexing way up
Catch him on the way down
Down, down, down, down, down
Catch him on the way down
Catch him on the way down
Catch him on the way down
Fronting like they’re way up
Till they’re on the way down
Man are flexing way up
Catch him on the way down

[Verse 1: Tee]
Man ah man can’t talk to me about all these grafts and tears
Dun know I’ve been putting in graft this year
So man gon’ have the last laugh this year
Scars and tears, tears and scars
Man celebrate with beers in glass
Glass and beers, make a toast
Cheers and raise your glasses way up
Ha, flex on man, get mush
Dem man puss, got your head in a tush
Tell man [?]
OMG, don’t care ’bout your team
Man can’t tell me shush
Hold tight D, man with Blacks and P
Smoking OG kush
Light up the ting, high as a kite on the ting
Might pull a white on the ting
Writing a ting, us man flying the ting
Dem man buying the ting
Trying a ting, talk bare lie on the ting
Don’t sound right on the ting, shy on the ting
Flexing like they’re bad, that’s why
You gotta catch ’em on the way down

[Chorus: Tee]
Man are flexing way up
Catch him on the way down
Fronting like they’re way up
Till they’re on the way down
You was on your way up
Now you’re on your way down
Man are flexing way up
Catch him on the way down
Down, down, down, down, down
Catch him on the way down
Catch him on the way down
Catch him on the way down
Fronting like they’re way up
Till they’re on their way down
Man are flexing way up
Catch him on the way down

[Verse 2: Hyde]
Yo, me have the juice, can you tell?
Mek gyal act like Kenan and Kel
Clean money, know me ah do well
Man are washing a ton like Denzel
Big bumper ting, she look swell
Heard her man nuh like me, oh well
Man just squeeze and rub it like gel
Me cyar have more room than a hotel
Nowadays, can’t speak pon di cell
But the feds wan’ know what me ah sell
See me dark ting? Rasclart
You see the white ting? f**king hell
Ask about my ting, I ring bell
If they want war, me want it as well
Fill up the ting with diesel and L
Roll up to them man’s station and shell
Everyting cool, manaman blessed
Brudda, you look like everyday ah stress
Your gyal look like everyday ah arms
My ting look like everyday ah breast
Back off look like everyday ah legs
Gyal in the North, South and in the West
East Cockney gyal know we’re the best
Me have a white wingman me call George Best

[Chorus: Tee]
Man are flexing way up
Catch him on the way down
Fronting like they’re way up
Till they’re on the way down
You was on your way up
Now you’re on your way down
Man are flexing way up
Catch him on the way down
Down, down, down, down, down
Catch him on the way down
Catch him on the way down
Catch him on the way down
Fronting like they’re way up
Till they’re on their way down
Man are flexing way up
Catch him on the way down

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