paroles de chanson Skengman (feat. Stormzy) - Ghetts , Stormzy

Skeng, skengman
Skeng, skengman mode
Skeng, skengman
Skeng, skengman mode
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Skengman mode
Gloves, mask, jet black coat
Man do dirt then head back home
Eye in the sky like check that drone (skeng, skeng, skeng, skeng, skeng, skeng)
If I′m on a glide, let that go
(I) I could be the biggеr man but dem boy dere won't rеspect man′s growth
Wingman, leftback flow
Wig man, head back blown
Sick man, get some cold
Dip man, sell man home
Twist and bend that bro
(I-I) I was 19 with a gun twice my age
I put man in the boot that was twice my weight
Skeng, skengman
Skeng, skengman mode
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Skeng, skengman
Skeng, skengman mode (that's Gunshot Mike or Mr. Skeng)
I'll stand in the middle of the field an′ scare man′s crow
You birds ain't shit, got bird′s eye view when you niggas involved
If, if snitches then man's cold
Them mans start hittin′ up, skengman mode
Man blast him, don't care where man goes, kaboom (kaboom, kaboom, kaboom)
Even in a plain tee, I′m flexin'
Pat a nigga down and find every pocket, I'll Ghetts him
Drag him out the car, man eject him
Could′ve been year eight how I swept in
New school niggas ain′t nowhere testin'
Cah you niggas do online restin′ (boy)
I'm the Merky co-founder
Got the gift of the Gab, play me louder
I could talk about the kettles on the counter
But you know about the kettles on the counter
Look, I love a real-life encounter
It′s funny on the phone you're a shouter
They couldn′t figure how I pattern my flow
I stay cool and my catalogue's cold, I'm too nice with it (oh, oh)
Too clear, blue sky with it (oh, oh)
Used to have a hooptie and do crime in it (oh, oh)
It′s a big movie when I′m in it (boy)
Old school like Blues and Benners
And I work hard like two Kris Jenner's
Yours truly, true skengers
It′s the skengman mode endeavors
Skeng, skengman
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Celebrity death match
One shot, lick out your head back
Man try run up on me, I make legs snap
Wheelchair for the next lap
Everyting jet black
Done a man dance, can't get that event back
Suck who′s mom?
Which one of you said that?
48 Laws of Power has got man gassed
Which one of you read that?
Before I ever knew about Robert Greene
I knew about robbin' scheme
I knew about ′igh-top skin fade, bobbin' weave
IPod, mixtape commentary
Why stop this way? Obviously
I got pricks sayin' they′re onto me
What the fuck do you want from me?
Man wanna draw Ghetto out constantly
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