Lyrics Grime in Japan - Saskilla, Manga, Wiley

Grime in Japan

More, more, more grime
More, more, more grime
More, more, more grime
More, more, more grime
More grime on the TV
More grime is the plan
More grime in the charts
Now I’ve got grands in my hand
More grime on the radio
More grime in Japan
More grime at the GRAMMYs
Now I’ve got mills in my hand
When I lay it down, that’s dope
Courtesy of Henny and the smoke
Work in the pouch, I’m trapping
Courtesy of molly and the coke
When I jump out the whip with the cannon
Leave a nigga laying on the floor
All my niggas trap, that’s true
And I’m from the Milly like oh
If the bitch hit the blunt, she choke
I’m with the goons in the club, she know
I made Malmaison for the world, OK
But this one here’s for the hoes
And I’ve got the Ric Flair for the low
You want this rack, bitch?
Pick it off the floor
I’m an MC, don’t get it fucked up
Everybody really living off the blow
Swinging on the riddim, then I’m on that
Always got a lyric and it’s on tack
Flows are on, yeah, I got that
Man are still hating on the kid, man, I watch that
Back of the bus, they’re tryna buss back
They ain’t want my black work out from my rucksack
I started the year with one fuck to give
Ain’t gonna lie, man, I lost that
Not one fuck given, them man are still breading
Little nigga, stop swinging on my nutsack
Mi have gyal for that, I ain’t gonna lie
You know I’ve got a bag in and I want that
Saying «what's up?»
on the WhatsApp
Give me the postcode for the sat-nav
She put her little hands down at half past six
Can’t believe her man didn’t clock that
More grime on the TV
More grime is the plan
More grime in the charts
Now I’ve got grands in my hand
More grime on the radio
More grime in Japan
More grime at the GRAMMYs
Now I’ve got mills in my hand
My flow’s got so many flavours like Lucozade
Underground seller, I’m not new to fame
Had it locked since when Gretzky
Won the Championship in the final game
Two-double-O-two for those who didn’t knew
When Dizzee said «flushing MCs down the loo»
I was up in Toronto, sitting in a condo
Sipping M’Bongo, listening to jungle
Came back on a next ting
Jumped on the TV, Nu Brand Flexxxing
Your girl’s girl’s mum had my tee on her breast ting
Life I was living was more than interesting
TV stations hollered at me
Said «you're making us money, how’d you feel about investing?»
I was caught by surprise for a second
Then I thought «what the hell?»
Let me go-
Oh, what’s the deal?
If I got a dollar every time man said they are stars
I’d be cooped up, chilling in a house in Bridle Path
But all I wanna know is if studio’s really gonna happen
And now I’m in the booth physically, let’s get this cracking
I hold it down with a Samsung flip
I don’t even know the model but I’m rolling with it
in the car that’s holding the brick
Man are taking the mick, then taking over the mick
Microphone scavenger, I love grime, how you mean?
I’m an older at it
And I’m an older at it
More grime on the TV
More grime is the plan
More grime in the charts
Now I’ve got grands in my hand
More grime on the radio
More grime in Japan
More grime at the GRAMMYs
Now I’ve got mills in my hand
More grime on the TV
More grime is the plan
More grime in the charts
Now I’ve got grands in my hand
More grime on the radio
More grime in Japan
More grime at the GRAMMYs
Now I’ve got mills in my hand