Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crime Riddim, artist - Skepta. Date of issue: 05.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Crime Riddim |
| The feds wanna shift man |
| Wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man |
| Fuck that, I ain’t a chippendale |
| Wanna strip a male |
| Put me in a prison cell |
| Got me biting all my fingernails |
| Sitting in my hotel, listening to beats |
| My bredrin said that he’s in the rave, told me that I should reach |
| So I jumped in the shower, got ready quick |
| Pulled up in a taxi, text my bredrin, tell him I’m on the strip |
| I stepped in, went to the bar, made my order |
| I got my drink, I posted up in the darkest corner |
| This guy frantically jumping around and spilled my drink twice |
| But I really ain’t tryna fight, really ain’t tryna see no jail tonight |
| The feds wanna shift man |
| Wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man |
| Fuck that, I ain’t a chippendale |
| Wanna strip a male |
| Put me in a prison cell |
| Got me biting all my fingernails |
| Feds wanna shift man |
| Wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man |
| Fuck that, I ain’t a chippendale |
| Wanna strip a male |
| Put me in a prison cell |
| Got me biting all my fingernails |
| What the fuck? |
| This pussyhole must’ve been off his nut |
| In the cut, jumping around like a little slut |
| I pulled him up, «yo, you spilt my Hennessy out my cup» |
| And still tryna run it up, it’s like this guy really wants to scuff |
| Flexing like he had something on the waist |
| Pull Shorty out the way, blaow, punch him in the face |
| Made him Shmoney dance, I made him rock away |
| We ran out of the dance, we could’ve got away |
| But we came back, should’ve gone home and hit the sack |
| But he never hit me back, I was like «that's a wrap», fuck that |
| Shorty found some gritty tings to keep us company |
| Then the feds run up on me and put the cuffs on me |
| What you know about four man in a cell? |
| Couldn’t sleep |
| Spending pennies in the pissing well |
| You should see my cell mate, he’s in shit as well |
| Sitting here, just waiting to hear keys in the door |
| I’m tryna buss this case even if I gotta get on my knees in the court, crazy |
| Trust me, Decs |
| Fucking hell, bredda, man |
| You actually got nicked? |
| Man, dickhead ting, fighting ting, fam. |
| Look at my knuckle |
| Fucking hell, what? |
| Strip-searched and? |
| Fam, not gonna lie, fam. |
| Strip-searched, they made me liff up… |
| The feds wanna shift man |
| Wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man |
| Fuck that, I ain’t a chippendale |
| Wanna strip a male |
| Put me in a prison cell |
| Got me biting all my fingernails |
| Feds wanna shift man |
| Wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man |
| Fuck that, I ain’t a chippendale |
| Wanna strip a male |
| Put me in a prison cell |
| Got me biting all my fingernails |
| So what, what happened, then? |
| So what’s the settings now, bruv? |
| Well, man, I was just grovelling to the magistrates, man. |
| Literally just |
| begging for my life bruv |