Jme - Flippin’ Hell lyrics
[Jme - Flippin’ Hell lyrics]
Wait, ahh, shit um
Big man, Jme, badboy tune, yeah?
Shut ya mout
People know my face people know my boat
Yeah, I know I'm bait
My clothes, everybody knows
If you see me on road
You're like, "Flippin' hell"
(Shut your mout')
My name's J-A-Y-E e double-M, E-IG-H
I roll with Skepta, Wiley, Prez T and them
Bossman, Big H and Pablo
We move wisely, breeze through the ends
Through every gate
Trust me, ask God almighty
He'll tell you to shut your mout'
It's J-A-M-IE, yeah, me again
You know my face
Do I have to spell my name politely
Again and again for you to know my name?
Yeah, my name's J-M-E
I'm here to make them Ps
Don't believe? Wait and see
I flash them Ps in your face
(shut your mout')
Blud, people know my face
People know my boat yeah, I know I'm bait
My clothes, everybody knows
If you see me on road
You're like flippin' hell
Blud, I'm only here to make Ps
And I'll flip in hell
How many more people are gonna tell me
That Jme's not repping the ends?
Shut your mout, you dick, speng
I was representing in Year 10
Winchmore uniform, Heat FM
So I don't wanna hear no bullshit again
I live on the north of the LDN
But I represent north and south of the Thames
And the left to the right
Blud, I represent anybody that has
Lived the street life so no one chat to me
'Cause before I MCed
No one used to chat to me
But now you think you're a real goon
You ain't even made one real tune
Shut your mout, stop lying to me
I don't know who you're trying to be
Blud, people know my face
People know my boat yeah, I know I'm bait
My clothes, everybody knows
If you see me on road
You're like flippin' hell
Blud, I'm only here to make Ps
And I'll flip in hell
Rudeboy rules don't apply to me
When I come around, you say "Hi!" to me
But when you're with your bredrins
All of a sudden act silently
You prick, snake, chief
I hate guys that can't decide
Which guy to beat
If you don't like me, don't chat to me
Air me when you see me, actually
If you don't like me, make it clear, blud
'Cause I don't wanna sit here
And chat while you act
Like you're sharing interest
Yeah, but really you didn't care
You're a fucking likkle batty
Lick a dick a day
Trippy little fassy, fucking likkle gay
Fucking likkle batty, lick a dick a day
Shut your mout'
Jme, yeah, Jme
Boy Better Know, Boy Better Know
Shut your mout, derkhead, poomplex j-A-M-I
Shut your mout
Big man, Jme, badboy tune, yeah?
Shut ya mout
People know my face people know my boat
Yeah, I know I'm bait
My clothes, everybody knows
If you see me on road
You're like, "Flippin' hell"
(Shut your mout')
My name's J-A-Y-E e double-M, E-IG-H
I roll with Skepta, Wiley, Prez T and them
Bossman, Big H and Pablo
We move wisely, breeze through the ends
Through every gate
Trust me, ask God almighty
He'll tell you to shut your mout'
It's J-A-M-IE, yeah, me again
You know my face
Do I have to spell my name politely
Again and again for you to know my name?
Yeah, my name's J-M-E
I'm here to make them Ps
Don't believe? Wait and see
I flash them Ps in your face
(shut your mout')
Blud, people know my face
People know my boat yeah, I know I'm bait
My clothes, everybody knows
If you see me on road
You're like flippin' hell
Blud, I'm only here to make Ps
And I'll flip in hell
How many more people are gonna tell me
That Jme's not repping the ends?
Shut your mout, you dick, speng
I was representing in Year 10
Winchmore uniform, Heat FM
So I don't wanna hear no bullshit again
I live on the north of the LDN
But I represent north and south of the Thames
And the left to the right
Blud, I represent anybody that has
Lived the street life so no one chat to me
'Cause before I MCed
No one used to chat to me
But now you think you're a real goon
You ain't even made one real tune
Shut your mout, stop lying to me
I don't know who you're trying to be
Blud, people know my face
People know my boat yeah, I know I'm bait
My clothes, everybody knows
If you see me on road
You're like flippin' hell
Blud, I'm only here to make Ps
And I'll flip in hell
Rudeboy rules don't apply to me
When I come around, you say "Hi!" to me
But when you're with your bredrins
All of a sudden act silently
You prick, snake, chief
I hate guys that can't decide
Which guy to beat
If you don't like me, don't chat to me
Air me when you see me, actually
If you don't like me, make it clear, blud
'Cause I don't wanna sit here
And chat while you act
Like you're sharing interest
Yeah, but really you didn't care
You're a fucking likkle batty
Lick a dick a day
Trippy little fassy, fucking likkle gay
Fucking likkle batty, lick a dick a day
Shut your mout'
Jme, yeah, Jme
Boy Better Know, Boy Better Know
Shut your mout, derkhead, poomplex j-A-M-I
Shut your mout