Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grim Reaper, artist - D Double E. Date of issue: 07.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Grim Reaper |
| Grim, grim, reaper, reaper |
| Midnight, midnight, creeper, creeper |
| Run like Bolt in 100 metres |
| Guns’ll spark, I’m a beater, beater |
| Grim, grim, reaper, reaper |
| Then I’m off in a three-litre, litre |
| This tune pumping through the speaker |
| Revenge is so much sweeter |
| I can get deeper |
| I can get darker |
| Just like Prodigy |
| I’m that firestarter |
| I’m here to stay |
| Just like a permanent marker |
| I wanna fight my ting |
| I can make a man do the lambada |
| I can make a big man do the limbo |
| Could’ve been Silva, could’ve been Kimbo |
| Man better breeze just like the wind blow |
| I’m gonna show you a ting, bro |
| Cause in this war |
| There’s no backing out |
| Think it’s a joke? |
| Watch when I back it out |
| Lick man down |
| Then I’m off in the whip |
| Quick getaway |
| I’m on the A406 |
| I’m back in the bits, I’m back in the bits |
| I’m bunning a spliff, I’m chilling with chicks |
| I’m live in the mix, I’m live in the mix |
| Don’t give a monkey’s, don’t give a shit, I’m a |
| Grim, grim, reaper, reaper |
| Midnight, midnight, creeper, creeper |
| Run like Bolt in 100 metres |
| Guns’ll spark, I’m a beater, beater |
| Grim, grim, reaper, reaper |
| Then I’m off in a three-litre, litre |
| This tune pumping through the speaker |
| Revenge is so much sweeter |
| Don’t let me catch man slipping |
| Don’t let me catch man slipping |
| If I ever catch man slipping |
| If I ever catch man slipping |
| Make a man sleep |
| Make a man kip |
| Pull up in a tinted whip |
| And I’m letting it rip |
| Survive a bullet, have you got the ability? |
| Nah, you ain’t got the agility |
| Man have got weaponry used in the military |
| Don’t watch face, don’t watch the facility |
| That’s why you’re shook |
| In your yard, hiding out |
| It won’t be long |
| Before I find it out |
| Come out your yard |
| Fight it out |
| Cause you’re on your ones |
| Don’t chicken out |
| I thought you was a rudeboy scout |
| You’re the one that was running your mout |
| Grim reaper, I’m lurking about |
| Grim reaper, I’m lurking about |
| Grim, grim, reaper, reaper |
| Midnight, midnight, creeper, creeper |
| Run like Bolt in 100 metres |
| Guns’ll spark, I’m a beater, beater |
| Grim, grim, reaper, reaper |
| Then I’m off in a three-litre, litre |
| This tune pumping through the speaker |
| Revenge is so much sweeter |