Jme, Poet’s Corner - Bull in a China Shop lyrics
[Jme, Poet’s Corner - Bull in a China Shop lyrics]
Me and Poet don't need no crew
And we've got Vuj on FaceTime too
Dun know, you see me with a Boris bike
Might have to Slav Squat at the photoshoot
Yo, man ain't better than Kyle
Man are in Egypt, chilling in the Nile
Man are so sweet, yeah, Tate & Lyle
Take a man's girl, then I might just smile
Smile? yeah, that's what I do
Cause when I pass away, man think about me
They see the smile with the chipped tooth
Bare bullshit when they think of you
Out of the bunch, can't hunch Quasimodo
But your girl want a piece of the po po
So mi put my little ting on the GoPro
Ooh, just keep it on the low-low
Keep that on the low
Man's got blacks but I keep mine in a row
Serious, Jme and Poe
Spitting back to back, keep up with the flow
What do we think of Tottenham?
That's right, I'm a gooner
Dem man dere get a clip, fuck a looner
Dickhead, yeah, give me space, give me room-a
Switch it up, hair's out like Akuma
Elbow drop, nah, it's not a rumour
Man tried to give me 48 hours
Nah, fuck that, man will done sooner
What do we think of shit?
Man are bull, no pitch
Run a next ting and I ain't got a stitch
I can see you like I'm Crazy Titch
(What do we think of shit?)
And we've got Vuj on FaceTime too
Dun know, you see me with a Boris bike
Might have to Slav Squat at the photoshoot
Yo, man ain't better than Kyle
Man are in Egypt, chilling in the Nile
Man are so sweet, yeah, Tate & Lyle
Take a man's girl, then I might just smile
Smile? yeah, that's what I do
Cause when I pass away, man think about me
They see the smile with the chipped tooth
Bare bullshit when they think of you
Out of the bunch, can't hunch Quasimodo
But your girl want a piece of the po po
So mi put my little ting on the GoPro
Ooh, just keep it on the low-low
Keep that on the low
Man's got blacks but I keep mine in a row
Serious, Jme and Poe
Spitting back to back, keep up with the flow
What do we think of Tottenham?
That's right, I'm a gooner
Dem man dere get a clip, fuck a looner
Dickhead, yeah, give me space, give me room-a
Switch it up, hair's out like Akuma
Elbow drop, nah, it's not a rumour
Man tried to give me 48 hours
Nah, fuck that, man will done sooner
What do we think of shit?
Man are bull, no pitch
Run a next ting and I ain't got a stitch
I can see you like I'm Crazy Titch
(What do we think of shit?)