Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Music Please, artist - Royal-T. Date of issue: 02.09.2012
Song language: English
Music Please |
| Merky ACE |
| Family Tree |
| FT |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Shoutout Royal-T |
| (Breathe) |
| Just let me make my music, B |
| Before it gets nuts |
| (Music please) |
| Yo, open your ears |
| I’ve got a big statement, listen up clear |
| Yeah, I spit bars and everyone cheers |
| But try disrespect and it will get nuts in here |
| People who’s known to be klutz in here |
| So it’s best that you look for the sluts in here |
| With the big breasts and big butts in here |
| With the wickedest weave or natural hair cuh |
| I’ve been doing this ting from day one |
| So let me do my music, please |
| Last year, I did not care |
| But now I’m getting in music Ps |
| Blue Battlefield and Catch Up money |
| All got spent on the finest trees |
| You could call it music cheese |
| But it would be a lie cause it was amni |
| Think you can take me for any MC? |
| I’m telling you that I’m not inna that, G |
| I’mma be real, I couldn’t give an F |
| If it ain’t T |
| You know who it is, A-C-E |
| My name’s surrounded by greaze |
| If you don’t want problems, I beg |
| You stick to the music, please |
| Heard I was wanted dead or alive |
| But I didn’t run just like track five |
| Still trapping all day just like track nine |
| I don’t need metaphors, this is real life |
| Spit similes on a constant hype |
| Man are like «Merky ACE is the guy» |
| Stating the obvious, I don’t try |
| Ask T or Koz, fam, I don’t lie |
| I know a confused dyke |
| Telling me how she wants that pipe |
| Booked a one cab on the Addison Lee app |
| Then I went there and gave her pipe |
| My mum would go jail |
| If the feds knew I used her knife |
| She told me «make more music, please» |
| So I did, now I’m alright |
| Think you can take me for any MC? |
| I’m telling you that I’m not inna that, G |
| I’mma be real, I couldn’t give an F |
| If it ain’t T |
| You know who it is, A-C-E |
| My name’s surrounded by greaze |
| If you don’t want problems, I beg |
| You stick to the music, please |
| Top boy round here, no Kane and |
| Real life, if you fuck with Kane, get slaughter |
| I grind all day, ain’t got no remorse |
| Think say you’re bad? |
| Get turned to a corpse |
| A brick on the wall’s gonna pass on thoughts |
| Straight out of Lewisham, not New York |
| I dig in food with the knife and spinner |
| I bet you thought I was gonna say fork |
| Done told 'em already, fam, that I cause damage |
| I’ll leave man slumped in his own ride |
| There won’t be a man in the driver’s side |
| I’ll smash man’s head off the driver’s side |
| Beep, you know what it’s like |
| FT all day, I ain’t tryna do time |
| Bally on my face and it’s late night |
| You’ll be praying to the Lord for the light |
| Think you can take me for any MC? |
| I’m telling you that I’m not inna that, G |
| I’mma be real, I couldn’t give an F |
| If it ain’t T |
| You know who it is, A-C-E |
| My name’s surrounded by greaze |
| If you don’t want problems, I beg |
| You stick to the music, please |
| Royal-T |