Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song West London , by - Wiley. Song from the album The Godfather 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 04.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wiley
Song language: English
West London |
| Flames on the riddim, big chef when I step through |
| I’ll need to wet youts |
| Collect the bag when they check Zuu (Brap) |
| Them man lack but I rhyme with the best moves (Ah) |
| B-I-G, manna big inna di West (B-I, B-I) |
| Speak with my chest |
| See, the whole game got finessed |
| Likkle bwoys try snitch to the ref (What?) |
| Man I moved forward, and bruddas got left |
| What they know about levs? |
| (Uh) |
| Fat boy, man, you know I get the belly on the regs' (Trust) |
| They don’t wanna war 'cause their niggas will dessert them |
| Them bruddas only got jelly in their legs |
| Prezi when I flex, who’s heavy on the set? |
| Young G been a vet, now they’re paying me respects (Uh) |
| Way too alive, never saying that I’m dead |
| Bars weak on the mind |
| Been spraying with the deaf |
| They don’t want me to blow |
| Now I’m paying for my breath |
| Fuck these folk |
| Man, I’m old school like Nutz n Boltz |
| Smell man stinkin', it must be cro |
| Roll to the set in my cruddiest clothes |
| And regurgitate all my gulliest flows (9) |
| Any wasteman try get in my face (9) |
| Lay man straight like a scaffolding pole |
| Man I’m on a next ting I ain’t battling bro |
| 9 lyrical pro |
| Boxing MCs like my name was Joe (Ah) |
| I was so sick but they didn’t wanna care |
| And they didn’t wanna know |
| Left them brehs with a limited role |
| Anywhere I roll my niggas gotta go |
| Man want features? |
| Hit 'em with a no |
| Man want beef? |
| Just fill 'em up with holes |
| Kill 'em with the flow (9) |
| Swear to God, I murk MCs |
| Even though I don’t wanna hurt MCs |
| I was born with the spirit, blud, I’m not a gimmick, blud |
| Rude boy, I will Lil Durk MCs |
| Nobody can’t spray up anywhere when I’m 'ere |
| Man better sit in their chairs when I’m 'ere |
| All these MCs living in London |
| I’m the only one who don’t care when I’m 'ere |
| Yo, man try skipping on man, I break skips |
| Man try wearing the crown, I take wigs |
| And I throw 'em in the river, stone cold killer |
| Don’t care about fame on the road, I’m bigger |
| It’s long for a spitter |
| Make a man tap, he’s a quitter |
| Man can’t front like he’s bigger |
| I’ll rip his head off, whole crew dead off |
| Pack up my tools in the box and I get off |
| Who’s that? |
| What’s that? |
| That’s GHS |
| GHS, I’m a top man |
| Pull up on a block with a sweet one, no gang |
| Mi nah business block mi nah drop top fam |
| Manna hot boy, I don’t wanna haffi hot man |
| But I’m stacking up man like Jean Van Damme |
| Pop off the ting like fizzy drink can |
| Man I pop off the ting like fizzy drink, fizzy drink |
| Who’s that? |
| GHS, GHS |
| Papa grande, GHS, GHS |
| Whole heap ah style, that’s GHS, GHS |
| I’m inna dancehall, GHS, GHS |
| Foundation badness, GHS, GHS |
| The gyaldem ah love GHS, GHS |
| Bandoleiro, GHS, GHS |
| How many times that’s, that’s |
| I’m here to be heard, that’s a pun already |
| Competition done already |
| Man know me, I’m heavyweight |
| Four bars, that’s a ton already |
| Let me give them a couple more |
| I done told them a million times |
| I’m rich with rhymes, these MCs are fucking poor |
| Push me, I’m swinging like double doors |
| Exit |
| Got 'em shook like Brexit |
| You man got something to say? |
| Ring man, don’t text it |
| I’m not into the watching ting |
| I ain’t got no account on Netflix |
| In this grime ting, I move like Messi |
| Scientific, I’m simply effective |