Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Miss Me, artist - Mostack.
Date of issue: 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 |