Bossman Birdie - Wristbands lyrics

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Bossman Birdie - Wristbands lyrics

[Verse 1: Bossman Birdie] They don't want beef, they want horse All that bad boy talk is false Mention trap life in them bars Believe that I am the source Used to run these streets, you'd think No I ain't talking 'bout Olympic torch These MC's all think they're live Then I come through and make everyone a corpse They don't want beef, nah they want peace Man better pray to the Jesus piece Before you mention me in a verse I beg you order the wreath Order the church I'm telling you order the priest I didn't come here to cause no grief But I will make your whole team grieve [Hook: Skepta, (Bossman Birdie) & Meridian Dan] (x2) Got G's in Junction been showing me love before I had my deal (Got a mate in Hackney that'll ride for me and he won't even ask for a bill) Fam I got a s**y ting that lives on an estate in Brixton Hill 100 wristbands around my wrist, I go anywhere I feel [Verse 2: Meridian Dan] Got brothers on the road and they're not from my mum But family, I got bare brothers You tell me, do I look like a mad man? I know so much man that are nutters I'm living in London and all of the real dons know That I keep it trill Come through big, R6 one wheel The youngers call me the big man still I'm back in the war field, I did a marathon Man talk high so I let them carry on Man can't roll with a tag-along They talk hype then run the the Babylon 100 wristbands around the wrist Hundred dons from around the bits Grew up with grime now I wanna know glitz I know too many man that are skitz [Hook: Skepta, (Bossman Birdie) & Meridian Dan] Got G's in Junction been showing me love before I had my deal (Got a mate in Hackney that'll ride for me and he won't even ask for a bill) Fam I got a s**y ting that lives on an estate in Brixton hill 100 wristbands around my wrist, I go anywhere I feel [Verse 3: Skepta] Let me school this child I was on the roadside putting in miles Still on the roadside putting in miles On your block in a new car, whippin' in style Don't ask me what I'm doing round here With your bad breath, what you chewing round here? If you don't wanna get slapped, you better talk to your boss And mind who you're screwing round here God knows I don't wanna switch But he invented so many pricks Look into my eyes, you know what it is I'm not a target, bill your spliff And tell Michelle that I'm sitting outside Move to the side of the ride We're not called Boy Better Know no more We're called Everybody Better Know Worldwide [Hook: Skepta, (Bossman Birdie) & Meridian Dan] Got G's in Junction been showing me love before I had my deal (Got a mate in Hackney that'll ride for me and he won't even ask for a bill) Fam I got a s**y ting that lives on an estate in Brixton hill 100 wristbands around my wrist, I go anywhere I feel [Outro] 100 wristbands around my wrist, I go anywhere I feel 100 wristbands around my wrist, I go anywhere I feel 100 wristbands around my wrist, I go anywhere I feel 100 wristbands around my wrist, I go anywhere I feel

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