ฟังเพลงBack 2 Back (Explicit)

Back 2 Back (Explicit) - Skepta/Fred again.. (弗雷德·吉布森)

Lyrics by：Jospeh Adenuga/Fred Gibson/Peter Livingston

Composed by：Jospeh Adenuga/Fred Gibson/Peter Livingston

Produced by：Skepta/Fred again..

Open up your bedroom door

Let your mum hear this

Introduce her to the music yeah

Stand right there I wear my own garm's

Man see me on road and want arms

Tell them shut your this not

Tell them shut your this not

Tell them shut your mouth you're not bad

No you can't son me never ever lost in a clash you're mad

Try diss me on my family tree alright we could go dad for a dad

Like Skepta why you murkin' so many MC's

'Cause they don't know about greaze

I was really in the field with the G's

We were dissin' out wax on trees

My first wack came in a boxin' glove

Got my second one for some **** and P's

Why lie

Tell me the reason please

That ain't gon' impress me 'cause-

Real recognize real recognize real recognize real recognize real I'm so real

The recognize me in Winchmore Hill

Primrose Hill Brixton Hill

You not a bad boy and I'ma die on that hill

'Boutta show why a man recognize me 'cause

Real recognize real recognize real recognize real recognize real I'm so real

They recognize me on wave and trap

They recognize me on grime and drill

You not a bad boy and I'ma die on that hill

Allow it man

I wanna get my bar off man

No I wanna get my bars out please no more wait up man

Please man

Young SK I was goin' insane

To go radio I had to walk in the rain

Tell me what you know about surf in the train

No illogical thinkin' had stress on the brain

One time I had to murk eight MC's

Bettin' me money they won't test me again

Before I did 'fit pic's I been a lyricist

Had to make 'em put some respect on my name

Like Skepta why you murkin' so many MC's

That was the word on the curb

I don't bend so how can I get curved

Private jet I was flyin' with your bird

Every other lyric you're talkin' about guns

Man you ain't got straps stop lyin' you're a nerd

Said you was a bad boy blood say word

I went to your ends that's not what I heard

Stand right there I wear my own garms

Man see me on road and want arms

I still got step on my 1's I'm so calm

You talkin' like you know the jewelers you not

Tell them shut your this not

Tell them shut your this not

Talkin' 'bout crashin' out you're not Swarmz

Real recognize real the way it do me no harm

So notice that's brought me will recognize me when I'm forty like I'm so real

From Australia all the way to Brazil I got fans sayin' I'm the G O A T still

Don't come to my show if you're tryna be cool and chill

Your drink might spill end up in the moshpit hands in your grill

Flow so sick you might need a NyQuil

Real recognize real recognize real recognize real recognize real I'm so real

The recognize me in Winchmore Hill

Primrose Hill Brixton Hill

You not a bad boy and I'ma die on that hill

'Boutta show why a man recognize me 'cause

Real recognize real recognize real recognize real recognize real I'm so real

They recognize me on wave and trap

They recognize me on grime and drill

Go on then

Go on then go on then

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