Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flippin' Hell, artist - JME. Album song History:, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.02.2011
Record label: Boy Better Know Entertainment
Song language: English
Flippin' Hell |
| People know my face |
| People know my boat |
| Yeah, I know I’m bait |
| My clothes, everybody knows |
| If you see me on road |
| You’re like, «Flippin' hell» |
| (Shut your mout') |
| My name’s J-A-Y-E |
| I roll with Skepta, Wiley, Prez T and them |
| Bossman, Big H and Pablo |
| We move wisely, breeze through the ends |
| Through every gate |
| Trust me, ask God almighty |
| He’ll tell you to shut your mout' |
| It’s J-A-M-I-E, yeah, me again |
| You know my face |
| Do I have to spell my name politely |
| Again and again for you to know my name? |
| Yeah, my name’s J-M-E, I’m here to make them Ps |
| Don’t believe? |
| Wait and see |
| I flash them Ps in your face (shut your mout') |
| Blud, people know my face |
| People know my boat |
| Yeah, I know I’m bait |
| My clothes, everybody knows |
| If you see me on road |
| You’re like flippin' hell |
| Blud, I’m only here to make Ps |
| And I’ll flip in hell |
| How many more people are gonna tell me |
| That Jme’s not repping the ends? |
| Shut your mout, you dick, speng |
| I was representing in Year 10 |
| Winchmore uniform, Heat FM |
| So I don’t wanna hear no bullshit again |
| I live on the north of the LDN |
| But I represent north and south of the Thames |
| And the left to the right |
| Blud, I represent anybody that has lived the street life |
| So no one chat to me |
| 'Cause before I MCed, no one used to chat to me |
| But now you think you’re a real goon |
| You ain’t even made one real tune |
| Shut your mout, stop lying to me |
| I don’t know who you’re trying to be |
| Blud, people know my face |
| People know my boat |
| Yeah, I know I’m bait |
| My clothes, everybody knows |
| If you see me on road |
| You’re like flippin' hell |
| Blud, I’m only here to make Ps |
| And I’ll flip in hell |
| Rudeboy rules don’t apply to me |
| When I come around, you say hi to me |
| But when you’re with your bredrins, all of a sudden |
| Act silently |
| You prick, snake, chief |
| I hate guys that can’t decide which guy to beat |
| If you don’t like me, don’t chat to me |
| Air me when you see me, actually |
| If you don’t like me, make it clear, blud |
| 'Cause I don’t wanna sit here |
| And chat while you act like you’re sharing interest |
| Yeah, but really you didn’t care |
| You’re a fucking likkle batty, lick a dick a day |
| Trippy little fassy, fucking likkle gay |
| Fucking likkle batty, lick a dick a day |
| Shut your mout' |
| Jme, yeah, Jme |
| Boy Better Know, Boy Better Know |
| Shut your mout, derkhead, poomplex |
| Shut your mout |