Fuck Skepta [x3]
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Let me hear you say fuck Skepta
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Fuck Skepta [x4]
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He sold out
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I sold out, Yeah
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There weren't one ticket left not even a chair
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I should send you a postcard, I wish you were here
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I wish you could see, I wish you could hear
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I make 'em scream
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When I come true with the rest of the team
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I get it pop-in mainstream, still I'm the best in the scene
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So I can understand why everybody wants to do it like me
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No you don't do it like me
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Nah, no we ain't the same
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You're never gonna do it I'm doin' it again
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Boy Better Know, were moving too fast
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You better move into a different lane
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Oh what a shame
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They though I weren't gonna bust, then I came
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Took off the condom, made it rain
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Left my stain all over the game
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And these wanna be's wanna be me
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They disrespect me then they beg me for a Re-tweet
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Then we see them on the camera, walking, talking tryna do it like me
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No you don't do it like me
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[Chorus]
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I know a lot of man that think they do it like me
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I know a lot of man that think they do it like me
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They really, really, really think they do it like me
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But no they don't do it like me
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[x2]
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You call it money, I call it a piece of paper
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You think I'm a human being, Nah man I'm a freak of nature
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Skepta I got the UK buzzing like a vibrator
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Now my paper's looking higher than a sky scraper
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Chipmunk told me don't watch no face
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I'll never leave home without my pencil case
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24/7 I stay with my eraser
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Put it up in the sky, nice and high, wave it side to side
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Screaming rub e'm out, rub e'm out
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Goodbye hater
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Cya wouldn't wanna be ya
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F*ck your mix tape I don't wanna feature
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Couldn't give a shit about your album either
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I don't wanna hear you come out the speaker, No?
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You ain't been to a show until you been to my Show?
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If you're looking for some action man I'm G.I Joe
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I'm killing it that's why them man are switching
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They threw some dead punches, but I'm still alive and kicking
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There's too many cooks in the kitchen, bitchin' trynna do it like me
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No you don't do it like me
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[Chorus]
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Guess who's in the city, it's going off
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They know I got money, but I ain't showing off
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I drop it like it's hot
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F*ck how much doe it costs
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Were blowing up
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But you man are blowing off
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Blad, you're blowing out
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You told Logan you're Mix CD was finished
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But you're constipated, your sh*t ain't coming out
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Now know I got sick beats, and crazy vocals
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MC's don't wanna see me on the scene I take it old school like
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Nah rude boy, what d'ya mean, what d'ya mean, what d'ya mean you fool
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Go on then, go on then draw for the tool
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Think that you're hard but you're soft like wool
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I will lick a man in the jaw side with a stool
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I'm a real bad boy but I still look cool
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White gold chains and a' I start drool
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But they can't jack me becuz I'm not Ja rule
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Nah rude boy what d'ya mean, what d'ya mean
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I was born on September the 19th, don't care about February 14th
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Pay me for my 16th before I start acting like it's Friday the 13th
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With two black gloves and balaclava
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C S gas and a meat cleaver
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Pay me for my halfa
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Before I start chopping off heads like King Arthur
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People here are starting to hear you as the King of grime because you're the one person that has stuck by this genre of music,
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I'm the, I'm the guy that we love this music I love grime world.
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If there was a room, you get me, and a microphone and a PC lock me in there,
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I'm coming out with tunes, oh yeah maybe years old [?]
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But there ain't no-one else that does it like me
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[Chorus]
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Do It Like Me
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Skepta |