Chip – Grime Scene Saviours (feat. D Double E, Frisco, Flirta D, Skepta, Bruza, JME, Jendor, Novelist, Jamakabi & Flowdan) Lyrics

Chip – Grime Scene Saviours (feat. D Double E, Frisco, Flirta D, Skepta, Bruza, JME, Jendor, Novelist, Jamakabi & Flowdan) Lyrics
Grime Scene Saviours
Chip (feat. D Double E, Frisco, Flirta D, Skepta, Bruza, JME, Jendor, Novelist, Jamakabi & Flowdan)
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    "Grime Scene Saviours." - Chip (feat. D Double E, Frisco, Flirta D, Skepta, Bruza, JME, Jendor, Novelist, Jamakabi & Flowdan)

    Album: Grime Scene Saviours (feat. D Double E, Frisco, Flirta D, Skepta, Bruza, JME, Jendor, Novelist, Jamakabi & Flowdan) - Single
    Track No: 01
    Legend, a legend, legend, legend, legend!
    See me in the street and they call me a (Legend)
    I'ma line that (Legend)
    Sky that (Legend)
    Chip can't run out bars, top (Legend)
    Repeat that bar, yeah, I'm what? (Legend)
    Teenage (Legend)
    Big man (Legend)
    Kill a MC, yeah, I'll wig man (Legend)
    Buda bab bap (Legend)
    Slap that (Legend)
    And I'm still not taking no back chat (Legend)
    Bidda bop bop (Ouuuoh!)
    Step to the mic with (Ouuuoh!)
    Fuck up the dance with (Ouuuoh!)
    Bagga man wanna spit their deepest bars
    Tell them come with the
    It's (Ouuuoh! Ouuuoh!)
    It's mree mree
    With a man like I, I
    Nah, you don't wan' ramp with mree mree
    Baggaman wan' try, try
    In the ends you'll see, see
    I come through like
    When I come through, I don't take check, one, two
    Cannot undo
    Like what is it on?
    Who is it up to?
    Capital F to R
    Glide and cut through
    Cah man ah gliding, rude boy
    Man ah send bine that will find him, rude boy
    Send a big back ting to line him, rude boy
    My badness, can't televise
    Tell him I'm styling, rude boy (Ooh, legendary)
    Been a bad boy since Chip was in secondary school-ah
    Cool-ah
    Coolest (Yeah)
    Mum didn't raise no fool
    That would be foolish, yeah
    Been a bad boy since Chip was in secondary school-ah
    Cool-ah
    Coolest (Yeah)
    Mum didn't raise no fool
    That would be foolish, yeah
    What ya mean? What ya mean? (Greaze)
    Go on then, go on then, said you got a laser beam
    You can't even afford a good pair of jeans
    Like Krept I got cream, what d'ya mean?
    How they gonna lift my skirt
    When I never wear no dress?
    I know your girl's impressed
    You can't war me, it's too risky
    I'm like whiskey
    God forgive me if I burn his chest
    Yeah, yeah, here he is
    They're like, "Bruza, where you been?"
    Been minding mine, been blind to the BS
    Not watching or hearing it
    Bruza, culminating blows to your nose (Get me)
    Bruza, culminating blows to your nose
    Bruza, flat cap, mic in my hand
    Dominating
    Get me, get me
    Serious
    You're not serious
    Family ting, yeah, Fast and Furious
    Wanna get serious?
    Let's get serious
    If not, I'll come to your rave
    Quick on my Js
    Then spit in the rave like kick in the place
    Spit in your face
    Man will piss on your grave
    For the disrespect 'cause I am serious
    Boy better know (Shut your mouth)
    Who?
    Nice
    Get down
    Overproof bullets I'm sending force
    Then I roar, then I'm Jack Black
    Leather gloves, there I go again
    Brrrah from far (Who?)
    Front of the car (Who?)
    Back of the car (Who?)
    Under the car (Who?)
    28 shots from far
    When I move in the middle of night
    I'm still grim in the night
    Chatting and bragging about, mmm yeah
    Chatting and bragging about, one, one
    Chatting and bragging about, stop, wait
    Chatting and bragging about (N-O-Vuh-duh-duh-duh)
    Chatting and bragging about lyrically ming
    You want to clash, but you're gonna get tucked in
    You don't wanna war with the N-O (Vuh-duh-duh-duh)
    You will get hit with the, mmm yeah
    How wi do
    Step pon dem inna mi size 10 shoe
    When you see the Anunnaki walk through
    Big tune drop and bwoy fi get slew
    Begging a bredda fi try diss my gang
    Begging a bredda fi try diss my crew
    Telling a bredda fi don't step inna mi quarter
    Telling a bredda fi don't step ina mi shoe
    Yow! Stone cold kwenger
    Bun dem, you know mi got pepper
    Bare carbine when I put bars together
    Ayo, the Grammy dun deya, uahh!
    Lightwork whenever I work, no pressure
    Murder, you know seh a mad ting, mi bredda
    Shell a verse, grime ting, no acapella
    Cah we cold like the UK weather, dem dead

    Writer(s): D. Cornwall, D Dixon, D. Harriot, J. Adenuga, J Clachar, J Coombs, Jahmaal Fyffe, K Kancam, M Momoh, M. Viera & S Barkah.

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