Miss Me With It
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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Harrison James Armstrong, Kavitharan Amalakumar
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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