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Crime Riddim
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Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Skepta
Skepta
Vocals
Ceon Broughton
Ceon Broughton
Background Vocals
Declan
Declan
Background Vocals
Goldberg
Goldberg
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Adenuga
Joseph Adenuga
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Blakie
Blakie
Producer
Jake Gordon
Jake Gordon
Mixing Engineer
Jason Adenuga
Jason Adenuga
Additional Producer

Testi

The feds wanna shift man Wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man Fuck that, I ain't a chippendale Wanna strip a male, put me in a prison cell Got me biting all my fingernails Sitting in my hotel, listening to beats My bredrin said that he's in the rave, told me that I should reach So I jumped in the shower, got ready quick Pulled up in a taxi, text my bredrin, tell him I'm on the strip I stepped in, went to the bar, made my order I got my drink, I posted up in the darkest corner This guy frantically jumping around and spilled my drink twice But I really ain't tryna fight, really ain't tryna see no jail tonight The feds wanna shift man Wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man Fuck that, I ain't a chippendale Wanna strip a male, put me in a prison cell Got me biting all my fingernails Feds wanna shift man Wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man Fuck that, I ain't a chippendale Wanna strip a male, put me in a prison cell Got me biting all my fingernails What the fuck? This pussyhole must've been off his nut In the cut, jumping around like a little slut I pulled him up, "Yo, you spilt my Hennessy out my cup" And still tryna run it up, it's like this guy really wants to scuff Flexing like he had something on the waist Pull Shorty out the way, blaow, punch him in the face (yeah) Made him Shmoney dance, I made him rock away (yeah) We ran out of the dance, we could've got away (yeah) But we came back, should've gone home and hit the sack (yeah) But he never hit me back, I was like "That's a wrap", fuck that Shorty found some gritty tings to keep us company (hi) Then the feds run up on me and put the cuffs on me What you know about four man in a cell? Couldn't sleep Spending pennies in the pissing well You should see my cellmate, he's in shit as well Sitting here, just waiting to hear keys in the door I'm tryna buss this case even if I gotta get on my knees in the court Crazy Trust me, Decs Fucking hell, bredda, man You actually got nicked? Man, dickhead ting, fighting ting, fam Look at my knuckle Fucking hell, what? Strip-searched and? Fam, not gonna lie, fam Strip-searched, they made me liff up The feds wanna shift man Wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man Fuck that, I ain't a chippendale Wanna strip a male, put me in a prison cell Got me biting all my fingernails Feds wanna shift man Wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man Fuck that, I ain't a chippendale Wanna strip a male, put me in a prison cell Got me biting all my fingernails So what, what happened, then? So what's the settings now, bruv? Well, man, I was just grovelling to the magistrates, man Literally just begging for my life, bruv A'ite, a-, you really gonna do that right now? A'ite, I'ma fucking pull out the Bazooka I'ma blast ya ass You're gonna wish you never fucking did that Eediot man, shut ya mout man You're fucking pussy bro You are a fu–, yo, I'ma (pussy? Bruv you're chat) I swear, right now You're chatting shit over a fucking game bro, calm down Oh yeah, where'd you learn that one, your fucking mother? No your bludclart baby-mudda Where you from? London, know 'bout us, bro You're a fucking scumbag "Scumbag" Yeah watch, turn around I'ma blast you in the face right now Bang, bang, bang Yeah, pussy, pussy Dickhead! Okay, okay Bro, share your location, share your location I'll come to your yard, man Big man ting, I'll come to your yard You're gonna come into my house? And actually think you're gonna do that? Get the fuck outta here, bro Come on, big man ting I'm right here, motherfucker Aite, aite, aite, say nuttin Really? Really? Still talking Bruv, you're little gamer man, get me, I really do this bro I do this every day All day, every day Lock arf my man "Every day", oh yeah Peace kid, later Dickhead
Writer(s): Joseph Olaitan Adenuga, Kwadwo Quentin Kankam, Jason Adenuga, Alexander Isaac James Blake Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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