Lyrics:
bakin' soda, this home improvement
She bring the .9 by two
I fuck on that ho and came back on her (go)
It look like she went got a new BBL
Oh, now
out now
All games aside, all lames aside
I'm a rebel, with all games combined
All things in line
I ain't heard of y'all, I'm from murder march
One
Adidas
We fire, y'all retire
All ugly people, please be quiet
Hov ain't get a beat from me in a minute
He heard "Just to Get By" and I was re-hired
I got
all week
Working harder than the rest for a piece
Live forever ain’t no resting in peace
I told the champ that I would never lose
It’s not just who you
like Terry Crews
Live my life, if she don't get it, cut her off I ain't gone miss it
Live my life, if she don't get it, cut her off I ain't gone miss it
now I'm like two by now
I used to ain't know everything that I knew by now
I used to have a gang now I never see the crew by now
They forget what I did
bandana
Break that ... off
I ain't going hammer
KM in the panamera
Front seat, relax, looking sexy
So we should live it up
Put something in your cup
Too
can bring yo crew (Yea yea)
Fuck em by the two’s if she a nympho too (Yea yea)
Got yo bitch you know, ain’t know she was yo hoe
Take em down three in
right?
You got a lot of problems to solve
Cuz ain't nobody want a problem when my crew get involved
Off the top off the top
I pledge allegiance to the game
on the weekends
Only text back when ya creepin'
I ain't a fool
This game is for 2
We had the time of our lives
Not counting the minutes
Or hours
Rose petals die
you're walking on
I'm a one-man wrecking Crew If you got a problem well that's on you
I'm proud to be hated by most and Love by very few
Heaven forbid you
"One two, testing one two
Alright party people in the place to be
The party has already started
An-an-an-and it's about to il-il-il-ill"
Let me
Whoop, yeah
Father God, Father God
I just wanna live life (life)
Lamborghini, loud pipes (Lamborghini)
Remember all the trap nights (trap)
that shot at me
I think I`ll probably, ride by and let `em sample the varieties,
My hollow ain`t easy to swallow,
Like them five dollar bottles,
Kill
I call home
But check my dough and nine
Ain't nobody taking mine
It's a high price trying to live a full life
Yo it's a struggle invite
Living through
Cash don't come with a smile or two
Happiness ain't in sex
You could fuck the world but it comes from you
I know how it feels
All you wanna do is kill
on my mind
I just need you here
Is that such a crime
Imma go and live life
Imma keep you close
Right by my side
When it come to you
I don't check
and screwed
I got the livest crew
I'm doin numbers every summer man I got to do
Pots and pans when I do my dance
See my pants they come from France
Bitches
the bullets start bustin'
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I live by my rep don't fuck with mine
Da end, the souls of men
cars (Cars)
Have to love them ratchet bitches (bitches), they get 2 Live with the Crew (Crew)
Make them pop that pussy open (open), man I feel like Uncle
ain't home
And I'm rocking with my crew
Just rolled into town and I came to lay it down
Pass me the 'gar and we'll go very far
Pull up to your house, take
time we take two steps the crowd takes four
Lay the heat, how I come to the street, how I cut through the beef
Let me handle that, that's why you make
Thirty two shots to split ya!
It's all about the cash when I'm fuckin' wit' ya!
John could make ya richer!
Fuck the Prince of Bel-Air!
I
silver, celebrate that
Anybody get rude to the Roll Deep crew
No long ting we regulate that
Yo, my name is Skepta
I'm in Roll Deep but I live in North
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