Lyrics Crime Riddim - Skepta
The
feds
wanna
shift
man
Wanna
put
me
in
the
van,
wanna
strip
a
man
Fuck
that,
I
ain't
a
chippendale
Wanna
strip
a
male
Put
me
in
a
prison
cell
Got
me
biting
all
my
fingernails
Sitting
in
my
hotel,
listening
to
beats
My
bredrin
said
that
he's
in
the
rave,
told
me
that
I
should
reach
So
I
jumped
in
the
shower,
got
ready
quick
Pulled
up
in
a
taxi,
text
my
bredrin,
tell
him
I'm
on
the
strip
I
stepped
in,
went
to
the
bar,
made
my
order
I
got
my
drink,
I
posted
up
in
the
darkest
corner
This
guy
frantically
jumping
around
and
spilled
my
drink
twice
But
I
really
ain't
tryna
fight,
really
ain't
tryna
see
no
jail
tonight
The
feds
wanna
shift
man
Wanna
put
me
in
the
van,
wanna
strip
a
man
Fuck
that,
I
ain't
a
chippendale
Wanna
strip
a
male
Put
me
in
a
prison
cell
Got
me
biting
all
my
fingernails
Feds
wanna
shift
man
Wanna
put
me
in
the
van,
wanna
strip
a
man
Fuck
that,
I
ain't
a
chippendale
Wanna
strip
a
male
Put
me
in
a
prison
cell
Got
me
biting
all
my
fingernails
What
the
fuck?
This
pussyhole
must've
been
off
his
nut
In
the
cut,
jumping
around
like
a
little
slut
I
pulled
him
up,
"yo,
you
spilt
my
Hennessy
out
my
cup"
And
still
tryna
run
it
up,
it's
like
this
guy
really
wants
to
scuff
Flexing
like
he
had
something
on
the
waist
Pull
Shorty
out
the
way,
blaow,
punch
him
in
the
face
Made
him
Shmoney
dance,
I
made
him
rock
away
We
ran
out
of
the
dance,
we
could've
got
away
But
we
came
back,
should've
gone
home
and
hit
the
sack
But
he
never
hit
me
back,
I
was
like
"that's
a
wrap",
fuck
that
Shorty
found
some
gritty
tings
to
keep
us
company
Then
the
feds
run
up
on
me
and
put
the
cuffs
on
me
What
you
know
about
four
man
in
a
cell?
Couldn't
sleep
Spending
pennies
in
the
pissing
well
You
should
see
my
cell
mate,
he's
in
shit
as
well
Sitting
here,
just
waiting
to
hear
keys
in
the
door
I'm
tryna
buss
this
case
even
if
I
gotta
get
on
my
knees
in
the
court,
crazy
Trust
me,
Decs
Fucking
hell,
bredda,
man
You
actually
got
nicked?
Man,
dickhead
ting,
fighting
ting,
fam.
Look
at
my
knuckle
Fucking
hell,
what?
Strip-searched
and?
Fam,
not
gonna
lie,
fam.
Strip-searched,
they
made
me
liff
up...
The
feds
wanna
shift
man
Wanna
put
me
in
the
van,
wanna
strip
a
man
Fuck
that,
I
ain't
a
chippendale
Wanna
strip
a
male
Put
me
in
a
prison
cell
Got
me
biting
all
my
fingernails
Feds
wanna
shift
man
Wanna
put
me
in
the
van,
wanna
strip
a
man
Fuck
that,
I
ain't
a
chippendale
Wanna
strip
a
male
Put
me
in
a
prison
cell
Got
me
biting
all
my
fingernails
So
what,
what
happened,
then?
So
what's
the
settings
now,
bruv?
Well,
man,
I
was
just
grovelling
to
the
magistrates,
man.
Literally
just
begging
for
my
life
bruv
1 Text Me Back
2 Detox
3 That's Not Me
4 That's Not Me
5 Shutdown
6 Man
7 Numbers
8 Numbers (feat. Pharrell Williams)
9 Numbers
10 Ladies Hit Squad (feat. D Double E & ASAP Nast)
11 It Ain't Safe (feat. Young Lord)
12 It Ain't Safe
13 It Ain't Safe
14 Crime Riddim
15 Corn On The Curb
16 Lyrics
17 Konnichiwa
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