Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Eediyat Skengman 3 (Stormzy Send) , by - Wiley. Release date: 09.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Eediyat Skengman 3 (Stormzy Send) |
| Free my mumzy, what’s that about? |
| Oi Chewbacca, what you chatting 'bout? |
| Come and see my vibes, there’s no crack about |
| I get the riddim, hit the booth, then I crack 'em out |
| Manna got the BFG tapping out |
| Ding, ding, round 3 |
| Let me catch 'em out |
| I see your pop fans think that I’m backing out |
| I get the whip that I want, then I black it out |
| Don’t hype, don’t care what you like |
| Tell me what you don’t like, man do it more |
| You weren’t on the roads when Dizzee made «I Luv U» |
| Back then, you must’ve been about 4 |
| Heads in your clouds, got my feet on the floor |
| I’m helping you now sell tickets for the tour |
| We all wanna be the rich black kid |
| Until we go pop, then the pop drops us on the floor |
| Now hold on bro, let me say this |
| Nobody cares if you got all your songs on the playlist |
| The music’s shit, we don’t play this |
| You ran into drill, you can’t face this |
| I told you «suck your mum» because I’m tasteless |
| You can fight for words and get hurt |
| Every single man who defends their mum gets murked |
| Eediat, I know the 3 words hurt |
| I set the time limits, kill you with grime lyrics |
| Won’t draw for the Headie One, they ain’t my lyrics |
| Said the Kano ting was quite cool |
| but, you ain’t ever written any dying to survive lyrics |
| I’ve been killing you in the game with all my lyrics |
| Got the bullet bars |
| I ain’t trying lyrics |
| Fire lyrics |
| Can’t retire lyrics |
| Got the 'Claren on the roads, black tyre lyrics |
| Come alive when its drama |
| Jump at a man and disarm yah |
| Ed got you in the room with Jay Z |
| But you came back with that bullshit after |
| Dun I said, take who back to where? |
| Because this whole campaign, I see is air |
| We don’t really like it, but we gotta care |
| It’s Stormzy, no, that’s when the weather gets stormy |
| About slap? |
| You must be mad |
| Gotta murk any soundboy, you know like that |
| But you man are acting on tracks |
| My mum’s in London, that’s facts |
| I ain’t gotta go and get her back |
| Mikey, I don’t smoke crack |
| You got all this Adidas stuff but Mike, you make it look crap |
| Yo, you ain’t had a real battle |
| Yeah, it’s your first one |
| I’ma dad and I murk, that’s how I teach son |
| Feat. |
| one, teach one, and I could reach one |
| We get results like you, and that’s a peak one |
| I’ma straight from the street one |
| Man know a real one broski, anywhere I meet one |
| I’ma share some money, I’ma keep some |
| I’m a strong one brudda, not a weak one |
| Got you sweating like a pig |
| You don’t like when I start snatching off weaves and wigs |
| Got the weed in your hand |
| Last time I saw you blud, you weren’t blazing shit |
| Don’t front, it’s an act |
| Before the weed you’re smoking puts you on your back |
| BFG and the GOG got the whole world looking at a grime class act |
| Like, respect my pen |
| Bars in your face like pen |
| Box in your face like ken |
| From way back when I been a madman chatting 'bout way back when |
| So, respect my pen |
| Bars in your face like pen |
| Box in your face like ken |
| From way back when I been a madman chatting 'bout way back |
| More action, they love all that |
| Man get rich, think they’re above all that |
| And when the system switch, you come running back |
| I’m gonna score touchdowns whether you play me QB, wide receiver or running back |
| Been away for a minute, but I’m coming back |
| And I know yous love the charts, but I dun all that |
| Now I’m back on the street, they know I run all that |
| Blud |
| Like Rick Bobby, what about nine bar Bobby? |
| Flower pot men like Billy and Bobby |
| I’m a builder, just like Bob |
| Bob |
| Like Rick Bobby, what about nine bar Bobby? |
| Flower pot men like Billy and Bobby |
| I’m a builder, just like Bob |