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skepta - bellator lyrics

[intro]
for my dawgs on the wing (brr+brr)
this is for my brothers in the grave (greaze)

[chorus]
this is for my brothers in the grave and my dargs on the wing (free ’em)
disrespect my n+ggas, that’s a cardinal sin (huh?)
walk into the club, i might be dancin’ with your ting (s+xy)
i’ma slam dunk it, put my arm in the ring (slam)
catch a n+gga slippin’, gettin’ trippy in the store (huh?)
i’ma pop smoke him, i’ma do it in dior (bo)
michael venom page him, i’ma do it bellator (greaze)
used to run his mouth, now he can’t do that anymore (ha)

[verse]
i used to roll ’round the corner (neow), lock+in to westwood (brr)
five rocks on me, that’s a hundred pound juug (juug)
i was trappin’ like a fool (greaze), tryna play it cool (ha)
kept that f+ckin’ tool (yеah), told my brothers “stay in school” (yeah)
ain’t no loyalty for sh+t, most thesе brothers due to switch
if he gets hit with twenty+six, he’s gon’ definitely snitch (definitely snitch)
interview me ’bout the case, that’s a waste of a tape (pshh)
i’ma play my cards right, hit ’em with the poker face, woah
life is a gamble, you better roll the dice (roll it)
everybody’s got a price, better hold on to your wife (hold on to your)
if i send a dm, will she reply? ’cause she might
tryna put you on a flight, let’s get freaky for the night (neow)
had to grind for my money, didn’t happen overnight (nah+huh)
i was juggin’ and finessin’, had the dark and the light (finesse)
all these n+ggas fallin’ off and i can’t bring ’em back to life (nah)
i remember you was hungry, boy, you lost your appetite (huh)
[chorus]
this is for my brothers in the grave and my dargs on the wing (free ’em)
disrespect my n+ggas, that’s a cardinal sin (huh?)
walk into the club, i might be dancin’ with your ting (s+xy)
i’ma slam dunk it, put my arm in the ring (slam)
catch a n+gga slippin’, gettin’ trippy in the store (huh?)
i’ma pop smoke him, i’ma do it in dior (bo)
michael venom paige him, i’ma do it bellator (greaze)
used to run his mouth, now he can’t do that anymore (ha)

[outro]
for my dargs on the wing (brr)
for my dargs on the wing (brr)
for my dargs on the wing (brr)
for my dargs on the wing (brr)
for my dargs on the wing (brr)

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