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skepta, chip & young adz - intro lyrics

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[intro: chip]
yeah

[verse 1: young adz]
heard the devil a, liar, pull up in prada (skrrt)
spliff in my mouth, dreads on my head, live like a rasta (bumba’)
stick in my hand, bang on the drum, live like a rockstar (pa+pa+pa+pa+pa+pow)
at the traffic light tryna see which car go faster (skrrt)

[verse 2: skepta]
i got the wraith, i do not whip an impala, oh (no)
i make a mill’, phone, sim and a charger
stupid boy, go sit in the corner
lower your tone, have some manners when you’re speaking to the father
my yg split your wig like a barber
one phone call, then you’re dead by mañana

[verse 3: chip]
insomnia 2, d+ck in the throat, it’s seven a.m (oh gard)
i guess she got insomnia too
don’t need a pot, whip an m in the booth
if i’m in the stu’ with skeppy and a
there could be a (censored) in the room (boaw)
sippin’ this wray’, cause a buss case
my n+ggas stick to the truth

[verse 4: young adz]
i’m in the moncler store
can i get the jacket with the fur please?
if i am sittin’ in jail, then i am tellin’ them load up the servery
strap on me, fashion week in my new burberry
givenchy, got racks on me
and i came up from the f+ckin’ dirt

- skepta chip young adz lyrics

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