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"Gangsta (feat. Boy Better Know)" is a track by Skepta, from the album Ignorance Is Bliss, released 30th May 2019. The track is 3:19 long. It's filed under Hip-Hop/Rap. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 1 article about Skepta.
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Practice hours Go on then What you mean, what you mean? Yeah Yeah, we did young and stupid Now I do grown and sexy I don't know who you're tryna impress, G Man, can see that your man-bag's empty No need to pretend I don't wanna hear you talk greazy again Never shot food, never shot no skeng Talk about gangster, I was like, when? Brudda, you love lie Tryna been gangsta, you ain't never been on one ride Tough guy Tryna be gangsta, your cartel are not up to the time You man are washed up Say you got big P, say you got cats on the line You're just lying to yourself, fam You better pattern up, better get back on the grind These guys tell lies Say that they bust guns, they ain't got nines Say that they shot drugs, they ain't got pies Do it for the 'Gram, man, I ain't got time Everybody knows that I'm five foot five But don't come around here when your likkle man talk I'll punch man down to my size, yeah I make a man think twice I make a man go look for advice You don't wanna come around here with your chest all high 'Cause the mandem'll switch off your lights Bare tings in your head like lice Eediat, now you can't sleep at night You see this road ting comes at a price Most came cool with a serious face That's 'cause I came from a serious place To be able to pull off this outfit With the trainers, you gotta have serious pace (Yeah) Got money on my brain, it's a serious chase Co-D on remand, that's a serious case (Mad) So when man wanna act like Tyson I'm like what, fam? Am I supposed to be frightened? (Dead) Say you bust gun, we don't believe you You don't pray, TBH, you need to Say that he's a badboy, I was like me too Shoot from up 'cross the road when I see you (Sky) Fuck your war story I've been there when the beef get gory (Facts) I'm from the UK just like Devlin But I'm a yardman like Cory Tryna be gangster Tryna be gangster Your cartel are not up to the time Tryna be gangster Tryna be gangster Pattern up, better get back on the grind It's all an act and movie (Yeah) See through them, but they can't see through me (Nope) Man wanna act like gangsters, when I see man Manna move like groupies These man are happy inside But when I see man, they start moving booky (Booky) Friday night, when I smoke like booky (brucky) Don't get nicked by the feds on duty Might pop corn cah my team's unruly Bare badmana move Shy like Snoochie (Snoochie) Them man there better follow my orders Run a man down like Sloth in Goonies (Hey, you guys) I send a man hot shots just like shoot it, shoot it Them man are sleeping, snoozing, snoozing Us man are winning, not losing Somebody tell these ediats with two hundred pound belts and shiny trainers (Please) Stop tryna imitate guys on road, you cannot buy G status (Trust) Give a shit what garms you cop (No) Don't give a shit what crap you drop (What?) Waste of money and time, please stop (Trust) You cannot buy gangster from shop Bare logos, bare designers You lot are looking like F1 drivers (Trust) Even tryna chat like man Hate when I hear pricks misuse slang Man are tryna get out the hood but You were never there so you're tryna get in (What?) Backwards ting (What?), cool Make sure your hood's up when it starts raining (Serious) Yeah, we did young and stupid Now I do grown and sexy I don't know who you're tryna impress, G Man, can see that your man-bag's empty No need to pretend I don't wanna hear you talk greazy again Never shot food, never shot no skeng Talk about gangster, I was like, when? Brudda, you love lie Tryna been gangsta, you ain't never been on one ride Tough guy Tryna be gangsta, your cartel are not up to the time You man are washed up Say you got big P, say you got cats on the line You're just lying to yourself, fam, You better pattern up, better get back on the grind
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