Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Track 6, artist - Skepta. Date of issue: 01.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Track 6 |
| I bought expensive drinks |
| For my niggas in the grave, for my niggas in prison |
| Try to make more money to buy more food |
| For my niggas in the kitchen |
| So if you ain’t talk about paper |
| Sorry G I don’t wanna listen |
| Matter of fact, I don’t wanna see you pussy-holes |
| In my periferal vision |
| I would never stick my dick in the stereo |
| But I’m screaming fuck the system |
| I turn Tom Cruise on niggas |
| When they told me it was an impossible mission |
| We used to be close |
| Now we’re totally distant |
| Just to recognize when he was real |
| But now my man looks totally different |
| Only with my brothers to hang around |
| With me so I put JME on my neck |
| The last guy who try to take my chain |
| Got no respect |
| We can all start pumpin iron |
| Just know I’m a do loads more reps |
| Strong like Conan the Barbarian |
| Niggas can’t walk in my creps |
| Thought a hundred grand would solve my problems |
| But I got loads more stress |
| The only thing that’s changed |
| Now is I get loads more sex |
| She said when I made it rain |
| I make the flower I get wet |
| I said when you looking at Skepta |
| You looking at sexy in the flesh |
| I’m thinking last night was crazy |
| I’m living my dream, don’t wake me |
| Pass me the coke and JD |
| The Mandem just shut down JD |
| Roll to the club, with a hole in the bus Wavy |
| Konan’s chatting to Amy |
| Skepta’s neck, Jamie |
| Just got Doe from the B A |
| Today, Max’s B Day |
| Gonna put last night into replay |
| Let’s raise a toast for the DJ |
| All right enough thinking |
| Let me get back to the track, listen |
| Since Otis the world been listening |
| Jackpot, like I burgled the kitchen |
| Let me slow it down nigga |
| I love the way that Cath lick |
| I need a vicar |
| She makes me buss an I’ll nut |
| I call her Camilla |
| I got my wood, in her hand |
| I call it a splinter |
| Let me tell you, bout the last Pagan that clowned about |
| Was about two o’clock or round about |
| When I caught him at the round about |
| I let three more go round about |
| Now he’s got more exits than a roundabout |
| I’m going in, but it’s early |
| You can get thrown in the van |
| For a Persie |
| Look around here you gotta Play Dirty |
| Cus even Fat boys, don’t show Mercy |
| You sure you want something in your jersey |
| Hands on the 8 I dare somebody verse me |
| With Kirsty, shes from Burnley |
| I told her to get her jugs out, I’m thirsty |
| Trynna live my dream, so I sleep less |
| Thinking, FUCK THE WORLD, cus I’m trynna cheat death |
| Lightys wanna suck me, but I only want the Queen’s head |
| Counting this grands, screaming fuck the G Jet |
| Kons, now they saying I’m trouble |
| Got bruvas in track turning rocks into rubble |
| Get Caught in arms |
| But it’s nothing like a cuddle |
| Pussys talk S, till I make then see double |