Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Zip It Up , by - Wiley. Song from the album Race Against Time, in the genre ДабстепRelease date: 07.06.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMI
Song language: English
Zip It Up |
| Stretch out my rap flow |
| Hollowman let me switch up to swag mode |
| I get my spliff up get that rode |
| Pick up my door key, slip on my black coat |
| Rip up a rap show |
| First thing gotta pick up the strap though |
| Big boy stuttin, that’ll rip out your backbone (Ugghhh) |
| Mad batches |
| I wouldn’t wanna be who the mad catches |
| But let’s switch up from the strap antics |
| My jeans look gully and the hat matches (Jheeze) |
| Fantastic |
| I don’t spend cash, nah I grab plastic |
| I talk about the rap scene, man smashed it |
| Your CD’s whack, cos your man gassed it |
| Walk in the park, man smash hits |
| B.E.T. |
| award, man bagged it |
| Popped up, guns up, Baghdad shit (Ugghhh) |
| Mad swag shit, crack shit |
| I can’t leave it, strap magnet |
| Bagged it |
| Rudework Creme, man backed it |
| Wiley, Hollowman |
| Man chat shit |
| Zip it up when badman a pass in |
| Live shows, live money, we can half it |
| I used to wonder why my walls had carpet |
| Friends made jokes and I couldn’t even mask it |
| Now I’m making money with my old friend Target |
| Got a lemon zoot in my hand, lemme spark it |
| Tek a one draw, put it down then I aim for the target |
| MCs thought I was passed it |
| Put my by the river and I bet you I could part it |
| Smart kid, our kid, flyboy apartment |
| We’re doing business and they ain’t even started |
| Underground car park where I’m parking |
| Club nights in the hood is where I started |
| Somebody said I can’t make money |
| And then my daughter said «somebody farted» |
| I’m saying somebody charted, Me |
| Plus somebody’s laughing, Me |
| SLK in the driveway |
| Bents in the courtyard, Bikes in the garden |
| Beef? |
| Beg your pardon |
| Better step back and from the darkness |
| When I ball through there’ll be no clear skies |
| And I don’t fear guys |
| I’ll be swinging in the market |
| I’ll be swinging in the market |
| A lot of man are half-hearted |
| A lot of man don’t bark it |
| A lot of man do it but they didn’t start it |
| Hummer’s on the back, roads where I parked it |
| Grime lands mine, I’ve already marked it |
| I’m the king when I roll through anywhere |
| You’re just a king when you roll through Barnet |
| ah corner |
| I’m not a talka |
| No loose lips, no propaganda |
| No informer, no information |
| Never say too much, in a conversation |
| When mi come thru', that a danger |
| Big nine millie, one inna di chamber |
| Manna like Triggz don’t bring the Luger |
| They never see me dark wid a big revolver |
| Sharp like a razor, cool and deadly |
| Bigging up mi crew, in de penitentiary |
| Dark like a who, dem no dark like me |
| An' mi come to represent for the SDC |
| Fly gal she like it when mi in a corner |
| Manaman drive Mercedes, me a push di Beamer |
| True dapper Dan, manna real super |
| Man I’m all about the money, I’m a real hustler |
| Just a likkle heavier |
| Don’t where mi live inna Manchester |
| High explosives in de city centre |
| Moss side mandem, ah living gangsta |
| Black hoodie, black gloves |
| Dat a shower sniper |
| Rough rider, see man a Rough Ryder |
| Pecknarm crew, dem a true soldier |
| Bow E3, protect it to di T |
| Rat-a-tat-tat from de big Uzi |
| Hol' tight Skepta, Prez-T, Jme |
| An' Boy a Better know, see this is de Trigga MC |
| Hol' tight Giggs, you know see dat a family |
| Roll Deep, Flow Dan and mi bredrin Wiley |
| An' the Midlands mafia, manna come down proper |
| See all the flyer squad, you know manna memba |
| Baseman' a spider, mi bredrin Crocka |
| Anytime we come thru', we get a likkle darka |