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skepta - crime riddim lyrics

[hook]
the feds wanna shift man
wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man
f-ck that, i ain’t a chippendale
wanna strip a male
put me in a prison cell
got me biting all my fingernails

[verse 1]
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

[hook]
the feds wanna shift man
wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man
f-ck 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
f-ck that, i ain’t a chippendale
wanna strip a male
put me in a prison cell
got me biting all my fingernails

[verse 2]
what the f-ck? this p-ssyole must’ve been off his nut
in the cut, jumping around like a little sl-t
i pulled him up, “yo, you spilled 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
made him shmoney dance, i made him rock away
we ran out of the dance, we could’ve got away
but we came back, should’ve gone home and hit the sack
but he never hit me back, i was like “that’s a wrap”, f-ck that
shorty found some gritty tings to keep us company
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 p-ssing well
you should see my cell mate, he’s in sh-t 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

[break]
trust me, dex
f-cking h-ll, bredda, man
you actually got nicked?
man, d-ckhead ting, fighting ting, fam. look at my knuckle
f-cking h-ll, what? strip-searched and?
fam, not gonna lie, fam. strip-searched, they made me liff up…

[break]
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

[skit: video game]
a’ite, a– you really gonna do that right now?
a’ite, imma f-cking pull out the bazooka
i’mma blast ya -ss
you’re gonna wish you never f-cking did that
eediot man, shut ya mout man
you’re f-cking p-ssy bro
you are a fu– yo, i’mma– i swear, right now
p-ssy? bruv you’re chat– you’re chatting sh-t over a f-cking game bro, calm down
oh yeah, where’d you learn that one, your f-cking mother?
no your bludclart baby-mudda
where you from?
london, know ’bout us bro
you’re a f-cking sc-mbag
“sc-mbag”
yeah watch, turn around
i’mma blast you in the face right now
bang, bang, bang
yeah, p-ssy, p-ssy
d-ckhead!
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 f-ck outta here bro
come on, big man ting
i’m right here, motherf-cker
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 everyday
all day everyday
lock arf my man
“everyday”
peace kid, later
d-ckhead

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