Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Miss Me , by - Mostack. Release date: 23.09.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Miss Me |
| Ahem, can I have your attention please? |
| Yeah |
| It’s Big Stacker, No Lacker reporting live from the Hornsey High Street |
| G Traceo reporting live from Ladbroke Grove |
| I know you all want the old MoStack |
| But right now he’s in rehearsal |
| So one more time can we go commercial? |
| You with the pretty toes in the flip-flops |
| (Rxwntree) You got TikTok? |
| Braids on my head looking clean and crispy |
| Run into a old ting, I’m moving risky |
| I’m not going for a hug but she tries to kiss me |
| Captions my bars so I know she miss me |
| Jakes on my block always tryin' to frisk me |
| Throw me in the can, man, they’re due to whisk me |
| Been up on the block, man, we’re really out here |
| I’m from the ends where the dogs dem shout here |
| A’ight, put my hands up, look, I’ve got a confession |
| There’s times I kiss hoes but don’t tell my bredrin |
| I see you get shy when I call you my darling |
| Sent her LOL when I weren’t even laughing |
| If money grows on trees, then I’m robbing the branches |
| Step in the forest, come through and start blasting |
| Use my heart less 'cause these people are heartless |
| Yes, it looks blessed, but you can’t even trust it |
| Please don’t trust a soul, you’ve gotta beep it |
| I can’t let you go, you’ve gotta be here |
| I’m a Virgo, but every day brie day |
| Play the wrong song, runnin' up on the DJ |
| So tell that brother don’t play our acks, boy |
| Have you got the little pump? |
| He said yeah |
| And we don’t ever shoot, gyal, 'round here |
| That shit for the corny |
| Tell Meg we got corn for tory |
| Baby, welcome to Hornsey |
| Braids on my head looking clean and crispy |
| Run into a old ting, I’m moving risky |
| I’m not going for a hug but she tries to kiss me |
| Captions my bars so I know she miss me |
| Jakes on my block always tryin' to frisk me |
| Throw me in the can, man, they’re due to whisk me |
| Been up on the block, man, we’re really out here |
| I’m from the ends where the dogs dem shout here |
| Chh, look, it’s a fact, got a target on my back |
| Old girls wanna get back everything they had |
| But I’m in a good space (Life's great) |
| And I’m glad that we ain’t gotta pull it out and lace up a man, oh |
| (Ay, old tings) Like it’s Capital XTRA |
| Used to buy it for the low, sell it back a little extra |
| Now I’m buzzin' like a bee, I get all the nectar |
| I get love when I’m in Dublin, down in Cardiff and Leicester |
| My angel from Manchester |
| I have to respect her |
| When her wings flies |
| Lookin' like a door on a Tesla |
| Bless ya |
| Cats used to have to sip from the tester |
| I was out there chirpsing yatties on my shit little Vespa |
| Just so bro in Galera, then I ran into Sarah |
| And I asked her how she doin', what you doin' in the area? |
| Hey hey |
| She caught me coolin' with the gooners where it ain’t safe |
| Even though your ex swears I’m fuckin' with AJ |
| Braids on my head looking clean and crispy |
| Run into a old ting, I’m moving risky |
| I’m not going for a hug but she tries to kiss me |
| Captions my bars so I know she miss me |
| Jakes on my block always tryin' to frisk me |
| Throw me in the can, man, they’re due to whisk me |
| Been up on the block, man, we’re really out here |
| I’m from the ends where the dogs dem shout here |