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Skeppy Flow
by Daishon Isiah
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Skepta can't take calls when I press her
Ain't my chick, fuckboy go check her
I blame you, you blame the weather
You know me, I know you better
Skepta mandem build like mechas
You're so lil we call y'all tecca
Football skills roundhouse like tekkers
Kick your nose straight out like ketamine
Press her down that's fin
Threw her backs like BB Pins
They've got stacks but I'm gon win
Proof that money ain't a fucking thing
Yeah my light might dim
Through that darkness squad still swim
Be my brothers be my kin
Hella demons hella gins I know
Juicy J to Cole
Mary Jane we puff that cro
Always high bitch never low
Gotta make it on my fucking own
Don't wanna owe no bitch
Don't wanna fight on the phone that's rich
Don't wanna shy from the mic it fits
To quote J Cole get off my fucking dick
Skepta can't take calls when I press her
Ain't my chick, fuckboy go check her
I blame you, you blame the weather
You know me, I know you better
Skepta mandem build like mechas
You're so lil we call y'all tecca
Football skills roundhouse like tekkers
Kick your nose straight out like ketamine
Ask yourself, ask yourself
How you doing tho.. how you doing tho
Ask your wealth, ask your wealth
How you doing bro... how you doing bro
Kick it up, Make it bigger, Make that gutter flow
I don't fuss. I don't bicker, I don't care no more
DASH IT DASH IT RIGHT THERE
CLASSIC CLASSIC I WEAR
MAGIC MAGI I SHARE
GONNA HAVE A NIGHTMARE
Don't talk too tough you can't handle it, hope them candles lit
At your door with reapers I don't fear, only God is here
ENOUGH
Skepta can't take calls when I press her
Ain't my chick, fuckboy go check her
I blame you, you blame the weather
You know me, I know you better
Skepta mandem build like mechas
You're so lil we call y'all tecca
Football skills roundhouse like tekkers
Kick your nose straight out like ketamine
1. I cannot fold
2. There ain't no antidote for soul
3. The sun is gold
4. I sound like I'm a fucking pro
5. Don't fight like that, ego niggas die-off that
6. You ain't my guy like that
7. Come and hear my shit back
Skepta can't take calls when I press her
Ain't my chick, fuckboy go check her
I blame you, you blame the weather
You know me, I know you better
Skepta mandem build like mechas
You're so lil we call y'all tecca
Football skills roundhouse like tekkers
Kick your nose straight out like ketamine
Skepta can't take calls when I press her
Ain't my chick, fuckboy go check her
I blame you, you blame the weather
You know me, I know you better
Skepta mandem build like mechas
You're so lil we call y'all tecca
Football skills roundhouse like tekkers
Kick your nose straight out like ketamine
Press her down that's fin
Threw her backs like BB Pins
They've got stacks but I'm gon win
Proof that money ain't a fucking thing
Yeah my light might dim
Through that darkness squad still swim
Be my brothers be my kin
Hella demons hella gins I know
Juicy J to Cole
Mary Jane we puff that cro
Always high bitch never low
Gotta make it on my fucking own
Don't wanna owe no bitch
Don't wanna fight on the phone that's rich
Don't wanna shy from the mic it fits
To quote J Cole get off my fucking dick
Skepta can't take calls when I press her
Ain't my chick, fuckboy go check her
I blame you, you blame the weather
You know me, I know you better
Skepta mandem build like mechas
You're so lil we call y'all tecca
Football skills roundhouse like tekkers
Kick your nose straight out like ketamine
Ask yourself, ask yourself
How you doing tho.. how you doing tho
Ask your wealth, ask your wealth
How you doing bro... how you doing bro
Kick it up, Make it bigger, Make that gutter flow
I don't fuss. I don't bicker, I don't care no more
DASH IT DASH IT RIGHT THERE
CLASSIC CLASSIC I WEAR
MAGIC MAGI I SHARE
GONNA HAVE A NIGHTMARE
Don't talk too tough you can't handle it, hope them candles lit
At your door with reapers I don't fear, only God is here
ENOUGH
Skepta can't take calls when I press her
Ain't my chick, fuckboy go check her
I blame you, you blame the weather
You know me, I know you better
Skepta mandem build like mechas
You're so lil we call y'all tecca
Football skills roundhouse like tekkers
Kick your nose straight out like ketamine
1. I cannot fold
2. There ain't no antidote for soul
3. The sun is gold
4. I sound like I'm a fucking pro
5. Don't fight like that, ego niggas die-off that
6. You ain't my guy like that
7. Come and hear my shit back
Skepta can't take calls when I press her
Ain't my chick, fuckboy go check her
I blame you, you blame the weather
You know me, I know you better
Skepta mandem build like mechas
You're so lil we call y'all tecca
Football skills roundhouse like tekkers
Kick your nose straight out like ketamine
