Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Xtra , by - Filthy GearsRelease date: 09.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Xtra |
| Yes, guess who’s back with a fresh ting? |
| West, this ain’t a series, come with powers |
| Man get left in the dirt like flowers |
| Rain all season, West bring showers |
| Clay, come with a bang and I leng down cowards |
| Powers, coming like Jason Statham |
| Coming like Liam in Taken |
| West, might move Matt Damon |
| Wait, I’m Jason |
| Everyone dead out |
| Ain’t no joke when the dargs get let out |
| I’ve got the sun in my hand, when I let go |
| Everybody done, make bare man spread out |
| Head out, pack my bags and jet out |
| Changed clothes, hopped in the Range Rover four-door |
| Foresaw feds and I told man wet out |
| Phase, fire, west side sheller |
| Outburst from the Outskirts if it’s rudeboy paradise |
| Never turn down work, sitting back and I strategise |
| Done all the groundwork and I gotta get it twice |
| It’s a little thing, a mic king of the palace like Allardyce |
| I’m not anti, I analyse |
| Don’t spud everyone, man are like |
| No, you don’t know me, never been co-Ds |
| So why dem ah ask who am I like a ragga vibe? |
| So mek me paint the picture like Mona Lisa |
| Mandem worldwide, bonjour mamacita |
| Kicked out of Spanish, got señoritas |
| French round your gyal, that’s more at the teacher |
| S’il vous plaît, don’t think I play |
| I ain’t easy, GHS ain’t either |
| Go world when I go with the steeze, bruv |
| London accent overseas, bruv |
| Still the MC saviour, beast man raver |
| If it ain’t a ting then basement cater |
| waver, no drug taker |
| Champion, I wear the belt, no equator |
| I’m the Nottingham saviour, best road ranger |
| One they call hater, intimidator |
| M1 traveller, no grime damager |
| Shows in Dubai with no manager |
| World-class shopper, LE2 blocker |
| Grisly so much, nah, it’s never a whopper |
| This time around, man, the campaign’s proper |
| If I get gassed, I’m a champagne popper |
| And I’m overly shower, first name Alpha |
| Stand tall in the war, I’m no croucher |
| Big boss, Bowser, peng ting browser |
| Big body pusher, gyal scream louder |
| Yo, coupla, coupla |
| Straps on the low, coupla, coupla |
| Shots for you, coupla, coupla |
| Not in that way, in the other way |
| Balalala, if a man diss Discarda |
| Me will shoot up a Nike and Prada (balalala) |
| Bun a man’s skin like lava |
| Mek an MC try step outta alla |
| It’s Discarda, I’m fucking hotter than lava |
| Draw for the carver, bore up your father |
| Don’t ask questions, I’d rather |
| Fuck the palava with a balaclava, yeah |
| Mek a man try test real farda |
| Flowdan, hand me di llama |
| Di one that were big like Logan Sama |
| Dem boy, dem nuh wan' drama |