Lyrics

I ain't coming to the shubs If there ain't no birds You better miss me with it You don't know about flows I say what I like and you can't say nowt No way you can diss my image Fam I work twice as hard as them And I ain't gonna stop 'til the whole tings finished No worries I'll do it again It's like light work Like Aitch don't do it to them But right now I got my left hand glued to the pen So when I tie my lace I got blue on my creps Yo I'm through with the mess I got two young sisters I do it for them So inspiration gets into my head So when the girls grow up they get the biggest of cheques Fuck-Fuck it I said it I'm sick and I'm ready Pull it it's deaded I'll rip it I'm shelly Mumzy I said that you'll see me on the telly Trust me I get it I'm overly heavy Semi confused I think that it's funny They didn't share light So I made it sunny Done it myself I'm hungry for the money She didn't like me, know she say she loves me I don't know nothing 'bout shambles Watch how I move When the mic gets handled Overtime your next set gets cancelled Overdrive my head tops too mangled Turn YJ's studio sideways I don't fuck up The sound gets pull up The mic gets bruck up On site when I spray So I advise you don't stand in my way Vodka with the lemon and lime I'm nice Love weekends, Fridays my day I'm the best so believe what I say Heavy as shit in the scene Don't know about lightweight I ain't coming to the shubs If there ain't no birds You better miss me with it You don't know about flows I say what I like and you can't say nowt No way you can diss my image Fam I work twice as hard as them And I ain't gonna stop 'til the whole tings finished Tryna get a milli in the bank, got plans Ain't tryna get duppy with the shank No way Don't wanna be sitting in the van Bare stress in my head Like this shit wasn't in the plan Woah Killing every riddim with a bang Gyal tryna send pictures of the titties to the gang Swear man juts catch a buzz If you're doubting us, then you're catching dust Mans skrrting off You're not catching us You're more than slow Fam I'm lapping up All them older man, used to laugh at us But the jokes on you, 'cause I'm rappin' up Cert' MC's need to pack their stuff 'Cause their rappin' nuff, but they're acting up When I step inside, I show bags of love And for my certi dons, I got bags of trust Man one two step When I'm in the shubs Stepped up lez man Best get picking up Mess up the decks I'm blessed chillin' cuz ('Cause i'm blessed still chillin' cuz) Get speedy on dubs It's easy enough I'm easily freezin', I'm greasy as nuts She wanna tease me, just leave with your foot Just jeepy, that's creepy, I'm leaving you love I ain't coming to the shubs If there ain't no birds You better miss me with it You don't know about flows I say what I like and you can't say nowt No way you can diss my image Fam I work twice as hard as them And I ain't gonna stop 'til the whole tings finished I ain't coming to the shubs If there ain't no birds You better miss me with it You don't know about flows I say what I like and you can't say nowt No way you can diss my image Fam I work twice as hard as them And I ain't gonna stop 'til the whole tings finished
Writer(s): Harrison James Armstrong, Kavitharan Amalakumar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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