Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gunfingers , by - Tinchy Stryder. Song from the album 360º / The Cloud 9 LP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 28.04.2016
Record label: Cloud 9
Song language: English
Gunfingers |
| Yeah, yeah |
| They better start clack now |
| Tinchy Stryder round mine right now |
| They better start clack now |
| Tinchy Stryder round mine right now |
| They better start clack now |
| Tinchy Stryder round mine right now |
| Cloud 9, uh |
| Line up, you ain’t on the line-up, boy |
| Don’t act bright, you ain’t in the limelight, boy |
| Fall back, you ain’t on the frontline, boy |
| You talk hard ball, you’re on the phone line, boy |
| Oh boy, oh boy, I’m the golden boy |
| Promise you there ain’t no holding, boy |
| I’m not folding, boy, run up on cliques |
| On some James Bond shit with the golden toy |
| In grime, done been the golden boy |
| Promise you there ain’t no holding, boy |
| I’m not folding, boy, run up on cliques |
| On some James Bond shit with the golden toy |
| Outfits without the backpack, boy |
| Dressed in style like the platinum boy |
| Real talk, you best allow that boy |
| In fact, he’s here, let’s allow that boy |
| Feet to the ground, stick to the plan |
| You’re acting a clown, let’s have a man |
| You know me, I dun know you know me, man |
| And there’s not one thing you can show me, man |
| I’m Stryderman, watch how I dark a man |
| No attention-seeker, man |
| They can’t see me, man |
| Keep it ninja, man, keep it ninja, man |
| Yeah, let me see the gun fingers |
| Don’t stop popping off gun fingers |
| Raise that MAC, yeah, gun fingers |
| And it’s not a long ting, just gun fingers |
| Yeah, let me see the gun fingers |
| Don’t stop popping off gun fingers |
| Raise that MAC, yeah, gun fingers |
| And it’s not a long ting, just gun fingers |
| Uh, in E3 we pop the sickest loud |
| We make the snoops and the whistlers proud |
| Ask about me, man, they call me Cloud |
| Sick show up at the illest crowd |
| You missed the boat, long left the harbour |
| Hope that you’re coping, all that palaver |
| Yeah, take a bow |
| Here comes the best MC right now |
| Listen, uh, Strydes, I keep telling 'em |
| Again and again, I’m quite savage with a pad and a pen |
| Oh shit, I’ve gone and done it again |
| I’ve got the girls putting up gun fingers like a ragga event |
| It’s like I’m back at a 10 |
| I’m fully-equipped, you know I’m setting levels to this shit |
| You keep chatting about there’s something on your hip |
| Next thing you’re on it, then you’re lying on the drip so |
| So step back, who’s that? |
| E3 menace |
| You had a hard life, but you don’t know what hell is |
| Said you’re from the bits, you know who Beg is |
| You don’t know Shoot and you don’t know Emmis |
| If you come at my crew, you might perish |
| I’m closer to heaven, stuck a full |
| I blow smoke at the sky, my eyes reddish |
| Bars and bass is my fetish, let me see the, let me see the |
| Yeah, let me see the gun fingers |
| Don’t stop popping off gun fingers |
| Raise that MAC, yeah, gun fingers |
| And it’s not a long ting, just gun fingers |
| Yeah, let me see the gun fingers |
| Don’t stop popping off gun fingers |
| Raise that MAC, yeah, gun fingers |
| And it’s not a long ting, just gun fingers |