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Skepta - 'Greaze Mode' ft. Nafe Smallz (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Skepta
Skepta
Vocals
Nafe Smallz
Nafe Smallz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Junior Adenuga
Joseph Junior Adenuga
Songwriter
Andrew Mair
Andrew Mair
Songwriter
Clayton Gavin
Clayton Gavin
Songwriter
Nathan Adams
Nathan Adams
Songwriter
Vonkelli Williams
Vonkelli Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Skepta
Skepta
Producer

Lyrics

I'ma break the law (Yeah) Then I'ma break the bank (Yeah) I'ma put some in the safe Then I'ma throw some on the floor (Yeah) Definitely make some more (Trust) Twenty dates (Yeah) Had to go back on tour (Yeah) She can see how I'm flexing (Yeah) Count my blessings, praise the lord (Yeah) You know the steeze, super greaze (Greaze) Nothing nice, tell the promoter bring the P's (Yeah) Still ain't safe, I'm in the party wit' my G's (Yeah) And I just made your girl (Yeah), my girl, she's on her knees (Yeah) (Bruh) On her knees (Yeah) She see the D, she see the freeze (Freeze) Rollin' trees from overseas Smoke for free, nigga please (Woo) 'Lowe me Big gelato, V.I.P. is looking cloudy (Yeah) This cali got me feeling drowsy Never stressing cah them killers they be round me It's best you leave me where you found me 'Cause we ain't with the disrespect, nah Fuck your vest, we be aiming at your neck You know the vibe, yeah, the level set (Yeah) Mind how you step, best step correct (Woo) I got your girl addicted to the sex On her knees (Yeah) She see the D, she see the freeze (Freeze) Rollin' trees from overseas Smoke for free, nigga please Yeah I'm an asthmatic, weed fanatic When I get high I leave the planet Tryna kick the habit but every day it's on my mind (Yeah) She said that I smoke too much But see I work hard and pay for mine Definite a hustle, blud, definitely I grind (Yeah) Since a yute, man, I always had something shottin' out the boot Since a yute, I been a target, I cannot go around the truth Niggas hate, soon as they see me they don't know what the fuck to do Watchin' me, I'm not watchin' you I was just blazin' on my zoot It's Big Smoke How can she tell me that I'm cute? (Yeah) I'm so high, I'm so fly (Yeah) I'm gonna need a parachute (Yeah) River's Dad, super swag (Yeah) I'm gonna need a camera crew (Yeah) I'm gonna need some palm wine (Yeah) I'm gonna need some pepper soup (Yeah) And if I ain't the headline, then I must be the special guest (Yeah) I pull up and steal the show, and I weren't even tryna flex (Yeah) Had to touch the afterparty, she just sent me the address (Yeah) Said that she wanted me to come and I told her "say it with your chest" (Yeah) I got your girl addicted to the sex On her knees (Yeah) She see the D, she see the freeze (Freeze) Rollin' trees from overseas Smoke for free, nigga please
Writer(s): Lavonne Alford, Nathan Adams, Joseph Junior Adenuga, Clayton Angelo Gavin, Vonkelie Williams, Andrew Mair Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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