Miss Me With It

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

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Song Details

Duration
02:49
Key
10
Tempo
181 BPM

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