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letra de dj ag online freestyle - skepta & jme

[skepta]
i don’t take back chat, no disrespect, already know
it’s f-ck the opps, it’s their loss, i cut them off
how could i get p-ssed off, bodies get ticked off
i hope you brush your t–th before you talk about the big boss
brand new bedsheets covered in your wifey’s lip-gloss
you was at the top but you slipped off
they hate the way i took what’s mine
f-cked off, come back, took some more
f-cked off again, turnt shoreditch into a cunch spot
and i got more sauce than a dutch pot
i do the producin’, i do the booth, i do the bouncin’
couldn’t be more you’re clownin’
ten summеrs at the top and i’m still countin’
you don’t like me but whеn i bring out a new riddim they’re listenin’
tryna find out who did the mixin’
what was [?] thinkin’
yeah we was at the studio doin’ up greatness
you was on insta doin’ up shameless
said you had enough of the fakeness
told me she love the way that i don’t beg friend wit’ any of them

[skepta]
how they gonna lift my skirt when i never wear no dress
stylish g, i got your–yeah, i got your girl impressed
stylish g, i make one phone call and the gang turn up like it’s murky fest
they can’t diss us, they act road, in the rizla, strap it and burn him, yes
they got their eyes on me, but my eyes on the girl in the tight top skirt
begs, about ice and racks, them man there live out their wifey’s purse
you don’t wanna see gang pull up, the ga– full up, the guys disperse
we don’t wanna take no l’s, any funny business then we rise up first
yeah, danger danger, somebody tell these babies there’s no sp-ce in the [?]
anybody get rude i’ll send for their head-top, rearrange you
go home and do the math, i’m jme multiplied by maxwell ranger
way too serious, you don’t wanna get tal–don’t talk to the stranger
man better tell the truth and top lyin’
everybody knows when [?] touch the microphone these other man start dyin’
mum dressed in black, everybody cryin’
man diss me but i’m not replyin’, i’m not inna’ indirectin’ and slyin’
lot of these mc’s thinkin’ they’re gonna get rich but they all die tryin’
[jme]
look in the mirror, realise no ones scared
you tried to diss me, no one cared
when you came radio, no one tared
you’re not hench, you’re not bad
you just screw up your face all weird
you’re tryna get hype off me, you get aired
you’re tryna get hype, you get air
you jumped out the whip, no one ran
n0body cares what you got in your hand
n0body cares what you got in your jeans
i’ll slap you so hard i’ll crack your phone screen
don’t bring war to the king
don’t tell me about draw for the ting
right about now your heads so big you get charged more for your trim safe

[skepta]
i’m a chief in my fathers village
we get money, don’t cry over parkin’ tickets
you talk wicked, you got the hardest image
my darg wit’ it, i know your heart ain’t in it
shotguns beat in the london street
so we got the soldiers marchin’ wit’ it
what you know about skengs and champagne
ask frisco, i was dancin’ wit’ it
you ever seen a man whine with bine
fifteen sh-lls in a tp9
that boy there try step out in gucci
sixteen holes, that’s a redesign
i brought my own crew
when it was time to step i bought my own shoes
forty sittin’ on forty
businessman to some but still an old goon
like welcome to london city
where the rambo’s ugly
but the gun dem pretty
black, white, all kind of badman
shubs is tun up, the pub dem busy
and that’s a hundred nitties
like a grandad, walk with the stick
[jme]
under 1k when i started spittin’ in the year 2k
feds don’t like me like the 3k
til’ i film them and upload in 4k
on the mic i spray like a ak
when i’m on stage, bbk
sick lyrics like louis ck
heavyweight in the game, i’m dk
my features don’t cost 1p
you better put i in your pod like 2p
[?] man like i’m givin’ out free p
but man don’t do this for p
no hublot, rolex or ap
[?] and f-ck bp
card, not cash so i don’t see p
my bookin’ fee was under 1g
when i started spittin’ in the year 2g
feds don’t like me or my three g’s
film them and upload in 4g
my videos cost more than a g
i’m a legend in the music like the bee gee
please don’t act like you can’t see g
adlib for my gig, see these g’s

[jme]
what man don’t need no reason to spit, what
man never knew i had a season to kick, what
mandem are movin’ wicked-wicked, what
handle the music easy, rip it, what
all the moves you see are legit, what
bangin’ my tune in the gta whip, what
plan to do some tda sh-t, what
spin man in the booth, superman quick, what
man better move like ludacris hit, what
gangster approved yeah, you shouldn’t spit, what
not a clue, you’re new to this sh-t, what
gang on pubg, lootin’ the bit, what
pan man too, yeah boom in your lip, what
ran out the blues with the booze, take a sip, what
don’t try take a photo sneaky you pr-ck, what
i’ll make a bozo delete the pic, what
sn-tch that phone like yeezy init, what
no passcode so i’m keepin’ your sh-t, what
make man go home wheezin’ a bit, what
boy better know, get wit’ it, wit’ it, what
best not snitch like quidditch, quidditch, what
[skepta]
brush my t–th, choose a outfit
big racks in my account, i get paid
everyday smoke the loudest
i get packs in by the ounce, i just blaze
and i got tings from back in the day still ringin’ me down, i’m on stage
i want no stress, they tryna control s, comin’ around to get saved
i don’t wanna war, let’s make peace
good energy’s make the stacks increase
girls from the north, south and the east
big batty make the mandem say ”jheez”
please, i’m not a gentleman, i’m a african man is what i said the the priest
and you know i stay smokin’ trees
and the buds in the zip pack lookin’ obese
yeah, flew back then flew in
my mum knew what i was doin’
and deep down i know she was screwin’
i fell asleep with thirteen scores in my mouth
had a dream about chicken and chips
like a eediat i started chewin’
i woke up then i started spewin’
thinkin’ when is all this gonna end
had to open ’em up and wrap them again
i been on the road so if the beat needs road bars
i’ll strap them again

- skepta jme

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