Lyrics:
broker than the Ten Commandments
And the broker ain't planned this
Now they talkin' the Amero damn it
When it come down to it
Some can see right
and the Aggies and the Hamptons
They book us, won't book us, I'm Booker
T. Washington, George killed, for twenty
Think about it (think), that's two thousand
it is
Anyways, uhm, I’ll be at the Burger King on 4th street tomorrow after school, so you can pass by and pick up the wallet
Uhm, yeah, sure and thank
how it goes, tell 'em turn off the stereo
Ain't nuthin' but a G thang, baby
Def Jam got the place goin' crazy
Catch you by tonight, it's alright
know how it goes, tell 'em turn up the stereo
Ain't nuthin' but a G thang, baby
Def Jam got the place goin' crazy
Catch you by tonight, it's alright
like Lord Nibbler
You can't score by yourself like you a poor dribbler
You ain't never spint in the McLaren, you a Ford whipper
Cream A&W, I turned it
It's like you don't even care, don't even care, no
I ain't gon' let this opportunity pass me by, pass me by, no
Cuz what am I gonna do when I die
would I be mad?
It's all alright
It's all alright with me
The kids don't wanna turn down
They with a bad chick hoping she ain't fertile
I got two kids,
I’m down, down, down, down bad there to stay
Alright. Everything ain’t alright
Alright. Everything ain’t alright
Try to act like it’s alright
Imma
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
got gelato in by the hundreds
Boston George Boston Jorge'
I get the work off in four plays
I cut them shrimps of the lo mein
She blow me right when
because I'm being you every week
(by the way it seem that everybody...)
I grit my teeth and bare it (you know this judge? he carries a grudge!)
Just
the air
And don't forget that the funk Mob is everywhere
Don't be Standing On the Verge of Gettin It On
And George'll be the first to tell you when
go so hard I could make it melt
I mean the flow so solar every bar
Could power an electric car
My, my, my, whips is side-by-side
He just talkin',
took his bitch
You already know Jay-Z been knowin' that he violated George Floyd
Black people ain't supportin' him (we ain't)
He was on Drink Champs
Glock laid on the table
Day by day closer to fatal
This open Bible ain't savin' me
When it's covered all in this Hennessey
But I pick myself back up
I alright
Know you beautiful by the sight
Alright
And I know I got my flaws, alright
But baby don't let me go
Baby don't let me go
Baby don't let me
how many tapes will it take for us to pop, to the top
Cause I'm TRU to this
No Limit, my click we ain't new to this
King George, Young Silkk,
This way was different shit, I ain't afraid to face that
This time, made up my mind, on my grind
On some James Brown, it's the Big Payback
Four by four
hair
Sex 4 suga, suga 4 sex
Sex 4 suga, suga 4 sex
Sex 4 suga, suga 4 sex
Sex 4 suga, suga 4 sex
Girl, ya been touched by the forces of nature
ABOUT IT THIS TIME
ITS THINNING IN THE MIDDLE, YEAH FUCK THAT
I TELL THE BARBER, NIGGA DON’T TOUCH THAT
I AIN’T BOUT TO HAVE NO HOMIE THE CLOWN, OR GEORGE
Yeah it's pretty cool
Alright but that was hot
But when you go from that to lyin'
'bout been sponsored by a condom packet
It's safe to say your career's
ice so remember this tip town,
And you ain't ready pussy nigga better set it down,
We mag night and rock steady nigga spittin rounds,
Turn you're
Wiley
Representing, ain't got the tee on
Today but you know it’s Boy Better know
Okay!
My name's Skepta, also known as H-A-Y
'Cause if I got P’s I'm
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