Crime Riddim
Skepta
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The feds wanna shift man Wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man F*ck that, I ain't a Chippendale Wanna strip a male Put me in a prison cell Got me biting all my fingernails Sitting in my hotel, listening to beats My bredrin said that he's in the rave, told me that I should reach So I jumped in the shower, got ready quick Pulled up in a taxi, text my bredrin, tell him I'm on the strip I stepped in, went to the bar, made my order I got my drink, I posted up in the darkest corner This guy frantically jumping around and spilled my drink twice But I really ain't tryna fight, really ain't tryna see no jail tonight The feds wanna shift man Wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man F*ck that, I ain't a Chippendale Wanna strip a male Put me in a prison cell Got me biting all my fingernails Feds wanna shift man Wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man F*ck that, I ain't a Chippendale Wanna strip a male Put me in a prison cell Got me biting all my fingernails What the f*ck? This pussyhole must've been off his nut In the cut, jumping around like a little slut I pulled him up, "yo, you spilt my Hennessy out my cup" And still tryna run it up, it's like this guy really wants to scuff Flexing like he had something on the waist Pull Shorty out the way, blaow, punch him in the face Made him Shmoney dance, I made him rock away We ran out of the dance, we could've got away But we came back, should've gone home and hit the sack But he never hit me back, I was like "that's a wrap", f*ck that Shorty found some gritty tings to keep us company Then the feds run up on me and put the cuffs on me What you know about four man in a cell? Couldn't sleep Spending pennies in the pissing well You should see my cell mate, he's in shit as well Sitting here, just waiting to hear keys in the door I'm tryna buss this case even if I gotta get on my knees in the court, crazy Trust me, Dex Fucking hell, brudda, man You actually got nicked? Man, dickhead ting, fighting ting, fam. Look at my knuckle Fucking hell, what? Strip-searched and? Fam, not gonna lie, fam. Strip-searched, they made me liff up The feds wanna shift man Wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man F*ck that, I ain't a Chippendale Wanna strip a male Put me in a prison cell Got me biting all my fingernails Feds wanna shift man Wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man F*ck that, I ain't a Chippendale Wanna strip a male Put me in a prison cell Got me biting all my fingernails So what, what happened, then? So what's the settings now, bruv? Well, man, I was just grovelling to the magistrates, man. Literally just begging for my life brudda
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Written by: KWADWO KANKAM, JOSEPH ADENUGA, JASON ADENUGA, ALEXANDER BLAKE
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