Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Skeen, artist - Blay Vision. Album song Turner Avenue, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Blay Vision
Song language: English
Skeen |
Mhm |
Yeah |
Yeah |
Skeen |
Mandem think that they’re rough |
Skeen, skeen, skeen |
Mandem think that they’re rough |
Nobody can get touched |
Dem man dere are on stuff |
Man wanna call my bluff |
You’ll leave wid your head back scuffed |
Different beam when I’m on my |
Different beam when I’m on my crud, yo |
Everyone’s greaze 'till a man gets pitched and reality sets |
Don’t get vex |
You were just screaming «dip man’s chest» |
Now man ah scream «let's dip man, bless» |
Tables turned, man got boxed, girls got prang, this weren’t the plan |
Everyone ran that was screaming gang |
Even your bro and he was Wham! |
Know my steeze |
There is no flexing on my Gs |
Bun a MC in his new Nikes |
And his little pagan that moves Siamese |
I Don’t go gym, I just watch my P |
Man talk crud, send a man OT |
Touch my don, tell a man hold three |
Seen big man cry from bally and beam |
Skeen |
Mandem think that they’re rough, skeen |
Nobody can get touched, skeen |
Dem man dere are on stuff, skeen |
Man wanna call my bluff, skeen |
You’ll leave with your head back scuffed |
Different league when I talk 'bout dubs |
Different beam when I’m on my crud |
Skeen, skeen, skeen, skeen, skeen |
Mandem think that they’re rough, skeen |
Nobody can get touched, skeen |
Dem man dere are on stuff, skeen |
Man wanna call my bluff, skeen |
You’ll leave with your head back scuffed |
Different league when I talk 'bout dubs |
Different beam when I’m on my crud |
Look, I know man that will marry your mum, get a visa, come to the country and |
done your clart |
Where do I start? |
Man have i been sick from the get go everybody knows wagwarn |
And if I say I’m gonna box man up |
Don’t think faces aren’t gonna get harmed |
I might put five gold chains on your neck |
And then make my man walk through Farm |
Nah, them man are smoking buj |
Draw man out, man wish they could |
Man i got fifteen-year friendships |
That’ll run up in your yard with shells and juj |
Run up in your yard with shells and pain |
These mandem don’t care 'bout shame |
Box man down in front of his wifey |
Your son went home thinking «you're lame» |
Mandem are losing themselves for the reload |
Shouting out things that will get them bored |
Fam, I am not here for the banter |
We can even take this talk next door |
When you hear me, just know it’s the realest |
Man don’t flex like lyrical whores |
Dem man dere make tunes with dickheads |
Dem antics, man can’t endorse, nah |
Man better calm in the skin god gave them before man bun it |
Ten years deep, man can’t run it |
Dead MCs, man’s all done it |
Lord of the Mics, yeah, man won it |
All from heat, man’s still gunning |
Sixteen bars had man running |
Got no youts, man’s still sonning |
Skeen |
Mandem think that they’re rough, skeen |
Nobody can get touched, skeen |
Dem man dere are on stuff, skeen |
Man wanna call my bluff, skeen |
You’ll leave with your head back scuffed |
Different league when I talk 'bout dubs |
Different beam when I’m on my crud |
Skeen, skeen, skeen, skeen, skeen |
Mandem think that they’re rough, skeen |
Nobody can get touched, skeen |
Dem man dere are on stuff, skeen |
Man wanna call my bluff, skeen |
You’ll leave with your head back scuffed |
Different league when I talk 'bout dubs |
Different beam when I’m on my crud |
Skeen, skeen, skeen, skeen, skeen |
Mandem think that they’re rough |
Nobody can get touched, skeen |
Dem man dere are stuff, skeen |
Man wanna call my bluff, skeen |
You’ll leave with your head back scuffed |
Different league when I talk 'bout dubs |
Different beam when I’m on my crud |