paroles de chanson Ten - Skepta , Central Cee

(Beam me up Scotty)

Done it again, half past ten
Just made me a ten, they ain't got out of bed
Hand ting there, but it ran it out of lead
One call, make broski blam out your head
We-we're the ones puttin' on west, not them
They got more money than sense
Sweet one givin' me stress
I ain't givin' her sex, I'm handlin' biz

Bitch wanna suck now I got success
What about when I slept on a small bunk bed?
Now it's king-size mattresses, I'm a king
I might send out a hit and off with their head
I'm a bad man but I fuck good girls
That ain't gonna accept if I offer them bread
Turn girls down, I don't wanna homewreck
When their man's away, they start hollerin' Cench

Bad bitch, go back to your man
I won't treat you better like Shawn Mendes
Don't get ahead of yourself and ask for my government name, bae, call me Cench
She thought she was bougie until I came in the room, and she got no decorum left
If bro does back out the ramz and swing, you best hope it don't get caught in flesh (brr)

Pulled up to the club around half past ten
How many vibes I pull up with? Ten
How many of the guys I pull up with? Ten
We the ones puttin' on the city, not them (baow, baow, baow, baow)
This girl said that I look like money
Told her that I don't fold or bend (huh?)
Every year I'm in the UK top three
Talk about worldwide, then we in the top ten

What'd you know about hard work?
Tell me, what you know about M's?
When you really come from the ends
And the foolin' around gotta come to an end
At this point, I need no new friends
All I need is a wifey to keep me warm (sure)
Pretty face girl with beautiful lips
She kind of look like she was drawn by Slawn

I don't mean to taunt anyone
But we got the label working for us
This deal that I got ain't a normal one (nah)
You had one hit, one tour, and you're done (huh?)
Longevity, yeah, we already won
Consistency, then you know man's powers
And you don't need flowers
When you know you did your ten thousand hours

Done it again, half past ten
Just made me a ten, they ain't got out of bed
Hand ting there, but it ran it out of lead
One call, make broski blam out your head
We-we're the ones puttin' on west, not them
They got more money than sense
Sweet one givin' me stress
I ain't givin' her sex, I'm handlin' biz (brr, brr)

Pulled up to the club around half past ten
How many vibes I pull up with? Ten
How many of the guys I pull up with? Ten
We the ones puttin' on the city, not them (baow, baow, baow, baow)
This girl said that I look like money
Told her that I don't fold or bend (huh?)
Every year I'm in the UK top three
Talk about worldwide, then we in the top ten