Jme - Subbuteo lyrics
[Jme - Subbuteo lyrics]
J-M-E, Meridian
Hold tight Balogun, hold tight
Pablo, H, Mosey, skepta
Hold tight Dan, Lieutenant, 9 Milli Mali
President T
Hold tight Bossman, hold tight Mosey
My mouth is for food and food
It's a great two-in-one
Skepta weighs it up 'cause I hate doing sums
People stare in the streets on
Some fake screwing one 'Cause I look like
I'm chewing eight chewing gums
Don't be doing dumb shit
'cause you've gotta chaps
And start running up your
Gums with your chaps, 'cause the straps
On the side of the waist of my ruthless mans
Will be on the side of your
Face like a Bluetooth hands-free
Goes for all of you short, tall, fat, thin
Don't try to take me as if I'm an aspirin
You're with your bredrins with
Your cat's back but
When I come, everyone's innocent acting
All went quiet, but one got agitated
So I left him discombobulated
Tryna take me as if I'm a retard
So I brought niggas to his door as
If he had a free yard
I'm not a prick 'cause I'm riding a pushbike
Cross the road and buss shots
In a swoosh Nike
No jokes, this is real, not a hoax
Slam your face in my smokes, no
You shouldn't provoke me
I don't care if you're serious
'Cause I'm Jme, so you know I'm serious
Serious don't pronounce my words properly
But that don't stop me 'cause
I've got bare experience
Makes me sick when I see these dicks
No dough, want dicks, no chicks, just pricks
Starting beef and then tryna chief the feds
Three or four chiefs tryna
Teef beats for pence
Chatting 'bout I was neglecting my music game
Shut your mouth, perfecting my shooting aim
You can't expect me to live in the studio
I've gotta flick the white ball
To man like Subbuteo subbuteo
Serious hold tight Skepta
Hold tight Bossman Birdie on
Lockdown right now, yeah
J-M-E serious
Hold tight H, Meridian hold tight Wiley
Are you listening? Roll Deep
Hold tight Lieutenant, Mosey, Dan, Pablo
Hold tight Balogun, hold tight
Pablo, H, Mosey, skepta
Hold tight Dan, Lieutenant, 9 Milli Mali
President T
Hold tight Bossman, hold tight Mosey
My mouth is for food and food
It's a great two-in-one
Skepta weighs it up 'cause I hate doing sums
People stare in the streets on
Some fake screwing one 'Cause I look like
I'm chewing eight chewing gums
Don't be doing dumb shit
'cause you've gotta chaps
And start running up your
Gums with your chaps, 'cause the straps
On the side of the waist of my ruthless mans
Will be on the side of your
Face like a Bluetooth hands-free
Goes for all of you short, tall, fat, thin
Don't try to take me as if I'm an aspirin
You're with your bredrins with
Your cat's back but
When I come, everyone's innocent acting
All went quiet, but one got agitated
So I left him discombobulated
Tryna take me as if I'm a retard
So I brought niggas to his door as
If he had a free yard
I'm not a prick 'cause I'm riding a pushbike
Cross the road and buss shots
In a swoosh Nike
No jokes, this is real, not a hoax
Slam your face in my smokes, no
You shouldn't provoke me
I don't care if you're serious
'Cause I'm Jme, so you know I'm serious
Serious don't pronounce my words properly
But that don't stop me 'cause
I've got bare experience
Makes me sick when I see these dicks
No dough, want dicks, no chicks, just pricks
Starting beef and then tryna chief the feds
Three or four chiefs tryna
Teef beats for pence
Chatting 'bout I was neglecting my music game
Shut your mouth, perfecting my shooting aim
You can't expect me to live in the studio
I've gotta flick the white ball
To man like Subbuteo subbuteo
Serious hold tight Skepta
Hold tight Bossman Birdie on
Lockdown right now, yeah
J-M-E serious
Hold tight H, Meridian hold tight Wiley
Are you listening? Roll Deep
Hold tight Lieutenant, Mosey, Dan, Pablo