paroles de chanson
Come
on,
babe,
they're
clowning
your
accent
But
you
know
we
love
that
shit,
innit?
You
get
me?
Somethin'
dead
(the
main
event)
Big
Smoke
(the
moment
you've
all
been
waitin'
for)
Nobody's
safe,
yeah
Old
man
Ebro
askin'
me
stupid
questions
Tryna
use
me
to
get
clicks,
I
said
what
I
said
Now
I'm
reapin'
the
benefits,
this
ain't
beef,
that's
expensive
You
know
I
ain't
tryna
lose
pounds,
I
ain't
on
the
Ozempic
Come
uptown,
white
wine,
hummus,
and
breadsticks
G.O.A.T.
level,
might
say
somethin'
offensive
Still,
I
ain't
tryna
ruin
the
friendship
But
just
like
Ryu
and
Ken,
in
this
game
Might
have
to
go
to
war
with
your
best
friend
If
he
ain't
in
the
hood,
catch
your
boy
in
the
West
End
(shoryuken!)
Said
that
your
a
block
boy,
throw
up
your
set
then
Tottenham,
North
London,
we
set
trend
Pull
up
on
me,
I'm
in
your
city
with
Fred
Again
We
just
sold
out
the
Paramount
And
you
know
we
got
paid
a
mad
amount
The
place
I
hang
about's
a
real
dark
place
You're
ignorant,
that's
why
you
lack
taste
You're
mumblin',
your
voice,
it
lacks
bass
Time
to
wipe
the
smile
off
Ak's
face
Time
to
say,
"Chat,
W
Skepta"
Go
against
me,
it
ends
in
bad
ways
Keep
it
rap,
don't
wanna
catch
a
case
You
boys
love
to
snitch,
I
ain't
in
a
rat
race
(brrt,
brrt)
Oh,
so
underrated
(how?),
underestimated
(ha)
I
need
Flex
to
play
this
(yeah),
need
Semtex
to
play
this
(boom,
boom,
boom)
New
shoes,
tryna
step
on
faces
(greaze),
yeah,
we
bought
extra
laces
(trust)
Rudeboy,
what's
the
latest?
Got
the
UK,
US
debatin'
(oi)
Joyner
Lucas,
you
bastard
Why
you
rap
like
you
studied
at
Harvard?
Catch
him
outside
and
move
to
him,
heartless
Cuts,
bruises,
and
plasters
If
I
see
him
on
tour
in
London,
I
jump
on
stage
and
move
to
his
dancers
Who
said
that
I'ma
lose?
I
need
answers
You
couldn't
walk
a
mile
in
my
shoes,
I'm
the
hardest
I
train
with
the
animals,
you
really
don't
want
this
On
my
Jack
Jones,
I
don't
need
an
accomplice
I
spit
hollow
tips,
time
I
pop
shit
Put
a
stop
to
that
"Man's
not
hot"
shit
Forget
all
this
studio
rap
Come
victory
lap
and
I'll
show
you
what
a
don
is
Praise
the
Lord,
you
want
beast?
Then
I've
got
this
You
haven't
had
a
hit
song
for
the
longest
Too
concerned
with
your
clothes,
should
be
focusin'
on
flows
Where
I'm
from,
I'm
a
G.O.A.T
Where
you're
from,
you're
a
joke
SK
turn
you
to
a
ghost,
yo
Talkin'
like
you're
lyrical
miracle,
oh
please
Where
I
come
from,
that's
a
default
speed
You
never
been
to
a
clash
with
the
machine
Gary
Tell
me
what
you
know
about
Greaze
You
think
you're
doin'
me
like
them
other
Emcees?
How,
Sway?
You
ain't
got
the
answers
for
these
In
this
war
ting,
I
got
a
Master's
degree
The
façade
fallin'
apart
and
they're
startin'
to
see
All
eyes
on
me,
I
got
the
juice,
I'm
with
the
gang
Supermodels
hit
'em
up
It's
poetic
justice,
you
laugh
at
my
accent
when
I
rap
But
your
wife
fell
in
love
with
an
English
man
(man)
Oh,
so
underrated
(how?),
underestimated
(ha)
I
need
Flex
to
play
this
(yeah),
need
Semtex
to
play
this
(boom,
boom,
boom)
New
shoes,
tryna
step
on
faces
(greaze),
yeah,
we
bought
extra
laces
(trust)
Rudeboy,
what's
the
latest?
Got
the
UK,
US
debatin'
(icy)
Oh,
so
underrated
(how?),
underestimated
(ha)
I
need
Flex
to
play
this
(yeah),
need
Semtex
to
play
this
(boom,
boom,
boom)
New
shoes,
tryna
step
on
faces
(greaze),
yeah,
we
bought
extra
laces
(trust)
Rudeboy,
what's
the
latest?
Got
the
UK,
US
debatin'
(icy)
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