- Skepta Worst 歌詞
- Skepta
- F**k what you heard
F**k what you heard (Greaze)
F**k what you heard (What are you talkin bout)
F**k what you heard
F**k what you heard
My gs are the worst
F**k what you heard
My gs are the worst
Diss me, thats a curse
Late night on a purge
Four man in a Merc
Door slam and then burst
F**k what you heard
My gs are the worst
F**k what you heard
My gs are the worst
Diss me, thats a curse
Late night on a purge
Four man in a Merc
Door slam and then burst
F**k what you heard
I been up in the bits
Trapboy cant go broke
They hollering for a fix
Manna back in effect
Money, power, respect
Try man for a brick
Hit the rave then I flex
F**k the word on the curb
Ive been up in the game
Put a hole in a shirt
Man getting lit like a flame
On the strip, f** k a search
Grab a tool, put in work
Gyal a pop it and twerk
Still with gang on the lane
Doing road, skrr
Do the road skrr
See your hoe , I swerve
Tell em f**k what they heard
Do a show on your turf
Stepped in for the search
Man bagged with that bird
Six braps and then rr rr!
Mans road, mans curb
They clean mans dirt
Girly giving man err
Out ere looking skrr
Trackie un-der
If I touch her, she gon squirt
When I lose, I come first
Try diss me, thats a curse
Purple, smokin
Mix the henny, make a potion
Hit the road on a madting
Cause up bare commotion
Ting,loaded
Catch us slugging, get folded
Bread, get Hovis
Run it up and just hold it
Dem man are informers
Dem man are some talkers
Over here we keep quiet
I aint heard or saw shit
About business, man important
Phone ringing, they calling
Im whippin up, put the fork in
Til the dough reach enormous
F** k what you heard
My gs are the worst
F**k what you heard
My gs are the worst
Diss me, thats a curse
Late night on a purge
Four man in a Merc
Door slam and then burst
F**k what you heard
My gs are the worst
F**k what you heard
My gs are the worst
Diss me, thats a curse
Late night on a purge
Four man in a Merc
Door slam and then burst
Gimme likkle this, gimme likkle that
And the warlord come with the warlord chat
Got gyal pon belly, got gyal pon back
Come fi murder this riddim, and war pon that
Gyal turn on people and try come back
Nah likkle yute, man it dont work like that
Man, f**k what you heard, it werent like that
Ay yo my gyal, look on the curb pon that
I know you heard about us on the curb
If I said that I got bro then thats my word
Wrist work, flexin till it hurts
With the driver, whizzin and skrr
Take a next step, put it in thirds
Call up, call up, in the corner, corner
They can hold no search
Top Boy, Im cooler
When you see the name, gotta big it up first
Aint got one, cant lift man skrr
Baby birth, then man lift off skirt
I see your girl chillin mans merc
Section Season, f**k what you heard
Theres something that I think you should know
I been on the edge, man I beg you please dont push me bro
See I refused to pay attention to you pussyholes
You Benihanas, you get chopped up like some sushi rolls
I told em a million times
Us man are in control
Theresa knows Britain is mine
On the frontpage covered in gold
I tried to show man wah gwarn
See my man rubbing his nose
Now man have got life on track
Them man are still out there troubling hoes
Oh no
F**k what you heard
My gs are the worst
F**k what you heard
My gs are the worst
Diss me, thats a curse
Late night on a purge
Four man in a Merc
Door slam and then burst
F**k what you heard
My gs are the worst
F**k what you heard
My gs are the worst
Diss me, thats a curse
Late night on a purge
Four man in a Merc
Door slam and then burst
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