Frisco, Cel22, Skepta - Disgusting lyrics
Skepta [Joseph Olaitan Adenuga Jr.] Tottenham, London, England, U.K. 🇬🇧
[Frisco, Cel22, Skepta - Disgusting lyrics]
This is, a disgusting, tune listen, no intro
Stay in the hood, I'm onto crime
I'm taking it all it's mine
I was born to shine cel double niggas
I trouble niggas all the time
They'll be like, "There's Cel double-2
Tuck in all your shine"
Whippin' all this mine
I do this all the time i stay on the grind
24's from nightfall to morning time
Treat the streets like track and field
I run the road
Flooding streets with crack and heroin
And chill with dumb hoes
You heard about Cel double the kid
I double the bricks and put
The 9 double to pricks
I just wanna fuck love
I don't cuddle with chicks
And huddle and kiss
I ain't got no spacе in my heart
So if you see me and you wanna holler say
"Bang bang" niggas
Cеl double-2 you know I bang, bang
Bang triggers i went from 3 and a half of
Each to a half of key
The drug game's a part of me
(Bang, bang, TMT, Meridian
Couldn't believe it)
I've been on every label, Moschino, Versace
Fuck Sony, I'll throw my own launch party
(Fuck a label)
I might run past security at Polydor
Rob the management at gunpoint
In the corridor they know I make the hit's
Other producers are shit (Shit)
Still asking themselves, "Why?" like Jadakiss
Rudeboy I sell rocks not sniff (Not sniff)
I've got a point two, why pay the bitch
For my eighth I get head, one six
PS2, San Andreas
Control pads for two players
Strawberry Ribena, two newspapers
Fresh pair of Nike Air, we don't do gators
But you might see me buss a chinchilla
Looking like half polar bear, half gorilla
Keep hating, I don't want ratings
I ain't signing no autographs, that's
(Meridian, TMT, Bossman)
It's funny everyone's a spar
When you got money
But when shit's down no one's around
Fuck knives how I feel
Sometimes I wanna clutch the steel
Sometimes I don't even wanna wake up
Life's fucked for real
But I can't stop, I gotta keep grinding
My bar's hot
So I keep riding the streets getting mucky
You can lose your life to a knife for a bucky
And if you reach 35 kid you're lucky
So don't play the big dog
You're just a puppy
Meridian and TMT, it's more than dutty
Back to basics
I wanna make money and I can't leave
Can't give my mum a need to grieve
Need the P's to feed my C and I can't see
There's anything that I can't do
So if I want then I do it I
Just put my mind to it me fall off? Nah G
(Nah G) yeah, TMT, Meridian (Big tune)
Frisco, Cel double, Skepta
The next one is called, Murk yeah
Stay in the hood, I'm onto crime
I'm taking it all it's mine
I was born to shine cel double niggas
I trouble niggas all the time
They'll be like, "There's Cel double-2
Tuck in all your shine"
Whippin' all this mine
I do this all the time i stay on the grind
24's from nightfall to morning time
Treat the streets like track and field
I run the road
Flooding streets with crack and heroin
And chill with dumb hoes
You heard about Cel double the kid
I double the bricks and put
The 9 double to pricks
I just wanna fuck love
I don't cuddle with chicks
And huddle and kiss
I ain't got no spacе in my heart
So if you see me and you wanna holler say
"Bang bang" niggas
Cеl double-2 you know I bang, bang
Bang triggers i went from 3 and a half of
Each to a half of key
The drug game's a part of me
(Bang, bang, TMT, Meridian
Couldn't believe it)
I've been on every label, Moschino, Versace
Fuck Sony, I'll throw my own launch party
(Fuck a label)
I might run past security at Polydor
Rob the management at gunpoint
In the corridor they know I make the hit's
Other producers are shit (Shit)
Still asking themselves, "Why?" like Jadakiss
Rudeboy I sell rocks not sniff (Not sniff)
I've got a point two, why pay the bitch
For my eighth I get head, one six
PS2, San Andreas
Control pads for two players
Strawberry Ribena, two newspapers
Fresh pair of Nike Air, we don't do gators
But you might see me buss a chinchilla
Looking like half polar bear, half gorilla
Keep hating, I don't want ratings
I ain't signing no autographs, that's
(Meridian, TMT, Bossman)
It's funny everyone's a spar
When you got money
But when shit's down no one's around
Fuck knives how I feel
Sometimes I wanna clutch the steel
Sometimes I don't even wanna wake up
Life's fucked for real
But I can't stop, I gotta keep grinding
My bar's hot
So I keep riding the streets getting mucky
You can lose your life to a knife for a bucky
And if you reach 35 kid you're lucky
So don't play the big dog
You're just a puppy
Meridian and TMT, it's more than dutty
Back to basics
I wanna make money and I can't leave
Can't give my mum a need to grieve
Need the P's to feed my C and I can't see
There's anything that I can't do
So if I want then I do it I
Just put my mind to it me fall off? Nah G
(Nah G) yeah, TMT, Meridian (Big tune)
Frisco, Cel double, Skepta
The next one is called, Murk yeah