ฟังเพลงSin City (Explicit)

Sin City (Explicit) - Skepta/Chip/Young Adz

Lyrics by：Chip/Skepta/Young ADZ

Skepta：

What goes around comes around this s**t keeps spinning

Everyday I praise the lord but I'm still sinning

Stick to the rules of the trap had to keep it whipping

Ain't nobody nobody f**king with my kitchen

What goes around comes around this s**t keeps spinning

Everyday I praise the lord but I'm still sinning

Stick to the rules of the trap had to keep it whipping

Ain't nobody nobody f**king with my kitchen

I had big waps hurt my wrist from the kick back

Click clack pull up on them in the pitch black

Switching sides now a n***a wanna switch back

Said I ain't a p***y I was talking big facts

N***as wanna talk n***as wanna chit-chat

On your block with four sticks like a f**king Kit-Kat

Dressed in all black fresher than a f**king Tic Tac

Started from a eight ball man I had to flip that

It's Big Smoke I'm a lion in the jungle need a lioness

I don't like your attitude but I like the dress

Lights out wild sex on the private jet

Huh forty thousand feet man I'm highly blessed

Touch down I'm in stu' with the killys

YA on the mud boy sippy sippy

Talking psychedelics then you know I keep it with me

Man I love the psilocybin yeah a n***a keep it trippy

Chip：

Chippy I got kicked outta school

Caught with a kitchen tool

Daddy looked me in my eyes

He said 'son this isn't you'

Having dreams of shotting raps

Big cousin shotting crack

I said dad I wanna rap

Ca' I want things that shotters have

Like a Avirex and lighties on sex

Little Chippy with the olders from the ends

Probably why I saw a key before a tens

Traumatic stress when I reflect I hold a meds

Toronto with my G on tour we praise the lord

College in Meridian but I knew Skep' before

P***y all my n***as winning you can check the score

Match of the day racks on the chain cutting a cheque for sure

They say black don't crack never been no coward darg

Black and proud no bounty Chippy got lion bars

Rap or shot a packet tryna get a Schott jacket

What you think tea and crumpets

In my manor shots banging

Young Adz：

Gucci slides he a newbie in the gang

You see him ride

Jesus Christ stab him in his palm like he crucified

He ain't hit a movie with me

Yet he don't know how I ride

My shooter cross his arms and he got a cross eye

Diamorphine

Said the works there

Try more fiends

Outside the rehab 'til I find more fiends

I'm the reason why she got a plastic nose

I got heroine and coke for the stove

Got a b***h from Cardiff she just told me roll

R.I.P. to all the fiends that overdosed

Tell the kids don't follow my footsteps on the road

N***as said he got plaques we got plaques we got waps

You ain't got no waps though

I'm the reason why she got a plastic nose

I got heroine I got coke for the stove

Skepta：

What goes around comes around this s**t keeps spinning

Everyday I praise the lord but I'm still sinning

Stick to the rules of the trap had to keep it whipping

Ain't nobody nobody f**king with my kitchen

What goes around comes around this s**t keeps spinning

Everyday I praise the lord but I'm still sinning

Stick to the rules of the trap had to keep it whipping

Ain't nobody nobody f**king with my kitchen