- Skepta Don 歌词
- D Double E Skepta
- Oh, my word
It's who?
It's mree, mree
Yeah, yeah
Everybody knows what me and D do to verses
Walk in the stu', any beat, any speed
Just gimme somethin' to work with
Talk about clash, I'll hit him where the nerve is (Greaze)
I don't know why I ever ask man, "Wagwan?"
'Cause I already know what the word is (Huh?)
Fake love got a big man like me flyin' 'round
With a tool in the car like I don't know what a bird is
International, bigger than the capital (Sets)
Now he guy at the label, they wanna talk when I see them
Talkin' about contracts, must be talkin' Vodafone
Free calls on the weekend (Brrr)
I get ten shows tryna see three Ms (Brrr)
And I speak facts
Big Smoke, I get the cash in
Dash back to the dunya with the Gs dem (Nice)
It's a bittersweet symphony
They say, "An eye for an eye" (Smoke)
You die by the sword
Nah, you can't look for no sympathy
I get high so I can ease the pain
But still I could never touch yay like Kimberly (Never)
I got rich and still I kept my dignity (Trust)
All the old Gs fallin' off, see Skeppy and D Double
That's who they wish to be
Bigger than me, bigger than me, bigger than me
Bigger than mree, mree
Me
Don dada with a capital D
Them man are nothin' like Skepta
Them man are nothin' like uh, uh
Think that you're sicker than me?
Had to sell my skeng, I'm too trigger happy
Never be sicker than D
Never be sicker than (Greaze)
Bigger than what?
Bigger than me?
He's a fake gangsta with a lowercase G
Could never be sicker than (Go on then, go on then)
Bud-a-bup-bup
I tell my younger 'llow them skinny jean ('Llow that)
How you gonna put that big MAC-10 inside them skinny jeans? (How?)
Draw for the ting and beat it, Michael Jackson, Billie Jean (Bop)
Do the ting then quickly fly out to the Philippines
Helicopter, man gotta run cah the helicopter (Yeah)
Under the bridge cah the helicopter (Yeah)
Under the tree cah the helicopter (Yeah)
Tried get away from the heat sensor
Man ah got good food, Marks and Spenser (Yeah)
And I got the heat with the red laser (Bop)
Under the old-school Moss blazer
Boydem wanna come with the handcuffs
The boydem wanna come with the taser
Get rid of that, I'm a eraser (Quick, bud-a-bup-bup)
Life saver (Yeah)
You're gonna need a fundraiser when I start movin' like Hellraiser
Carry on thinkin' I'm a gazer
Pray to the Lord and Saviour
Bigger than me, bigger than me, bigger than me
Bigger than mree, mree
Me
Don dada with a capital D
Them man are nothin' like Skepta
Them man are nothin' like uh, uh
Think that you're sicker than me?
Had to sell my skeng, I'm too trigger happy
Never be sicker than D
Never be sicker than (Greaze)
Bigger than what?
Bigger than me?
He's a fake gangsta with a lowercase G
Could never be sicker than (Go on then, go on then)
I come for the belly
Come for the radio, come for the telly
Come for the hardy, come for the smelly
Come for the bread and butter, come for the jelly
Jamaican don dada
Grip gun, put you and your group down, shabba
Man and man are out here climbing ladder
Man and man are out here climbing, uh-uh
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