Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Revolver Riddim , by - Big JestRelease date: 26.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Revolver Riddim |
| Yo, in south, if you ain’t holding the heat |
| Don’t be brazen tryna roll in the deep |
| Got a blonde ting on my phone, she a freak |
| Like the girl on Countdown, she was holding the D |
| It’s Big J-E-S to the T |
| It’s big money, more cheques to my team |
| Bad Bs wanna F so they’re next to the G |
| Tell me I ain’t next in the scene, come on |
| I’m still rallying rapid, who’s ready? |
| Dirt like a back of an alley, I’m too tekky |
| Brazen like Ardom Ali, I’m already |
| On my next pattern, I’m tallying loose any |
| Wouldn’t have survived, they lied, I’m too heavy |
| Bare copycatting, their vibes are so beggy |
| But I’m staying ahead, I ain’t back with the rest |
| I’m on my ten toes tryna get to the belly |
| Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept |
| Washed MCs can’t come to my set |
| Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept |
| Washed MCs can’t come to my s-d-d-d-det |
| D-det, d-det, come to my set |
| Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept |
| Washed MCs can’t come to my s-d-d-d-det |
| D-det, d-det, come to my s-d-d-d-det |
| You know what? |
| I’ve got a little eight bar you can vibe with |
| See, I rhyme alot |
| That’s IRA but man are not Irish |
| Tommy B, I’m timeless |
| Mashing up sets and I’m smashing up cyphers |
| I’ve got hard lyrics and one-liners |
| Revolver Riddim out now, better buy it |
| Yo, I’m more dirty than having unprotected sex |
| With a random girl in a toilet cubicle |
| I don’t take pills or pharmaceuticals |
| I like my girls natural 'cause natural is beautiful |
| I’m a dirty bastard |
| Everybody says that my flow’s unsuitable |
| When I say wun mai lun sun den sun win sen |
| Make you all turn delusional |
| Yeah, Revolver Riddim |
| In south, if you ain’t holding the heat |
| Revolver Riddim, so let me show man how to control a riddim |
| Shut your mout, you chief |
| Yeah, revolver riddim |
| In south, if you ain’t holding the heat |
| Say wun mai lun sun den sun win sen |
| Make you all turn delusional |
| Yeah, Revolver Riddim |
| No, I don’t own a Smith &, but all my Gs own chrome |
| It will blow through your dome, it’s missing |
| And blow till the steel’s cold, if it’s frozen, they know you’re slipping |
| I’ve got brain from loads of women |
| But I don’t brag about that |
| 'Cause I’ve got bars and they all go mad about that |
| And you’re nothing like me 'cause you’re butters and my flow is different |
| Shut your mout, you chief |
| You don’t want it with the commander-in-chief |
| You’re not a badboy, blud, you’re a chief |
| Get your wig split suttin' like chief |
| Your mandem are chief, gyaldem are chief |
| Auntie are chief, uncle are chief |
| Anybody that want it can get bodied on the beat |
| What? |
| What? |
| What’d you know about that one, chief? |
| More time, reside on ends |
| More time, behind the lens |
| More time, behind the Audi wheel |
| But with D, I recline in the Benz |
| Do your research, same gang from time, G |
| Got me feeling like Baka Not Nice |
| And Champagne Papi, the gang stay champagne happy |
| Anytime we celebrate life |
| Made to live but made to die, so it’s |
| Only right that I live my life |
| I respect my elders and still take advice |
| Cuh life’s a gamble like a game of dice |
| If I made a mistake, I won’t make it twice |
| That’s why me and these bruddas don’t remain alike |
| See me for who I am, I don’t play this guy |
| Came bareface and that, you know I came for mine |
| Yeah, Revolver Riddim |
| In south, if you ain’t holding the heat |
| Revolver Riddim, so let me show man how to control a riddim |
| Shut your mout, you chief |
| Yeah, revolver riddim |
| In south, if you ain’t holding the heat |
| Say wun mai lun sun den sun win sen |
| Make you all turn delusional |