Professor Green, Dutchavelli - Mercedes Riddim lyrics
[Professor Green, Dutchavelli - Mercedes Riddim lyrics]
My skin colour ain't nothing to make light of
We're all the same colour when
You turn the light off
If you don't wanna hear this
Then turn the mic off
I drive women crazy I left
Your bitch a write-off
Only if the head's right
I forget her name you know what it gets like
Like my whiskey sour, with no egg white
Rolling up a big spliff sipping
On a Red Stripe
My bread's sweet, I got that hard dough
Making it look easier
You make it look harder
If I'm ordering food I ain't calling up Ocado
Might fling it in an Uber but
I got a couple car though
AMG GT S it up and down the
Road you might see me wet it
Your lines like coke that I keep re-pressing
My rhymes like coke that I keep repressing
Where's the Merc
I thought you were mashing work
Ping ping I thought you were clapping thing
Where's the cash
I thought you was in the trap
And what's with all the front 'cause
Ain't nobody got your back
Look, the place I'm from ain't
Nothing to make light off
Ride around and turn your lights off
Aww you wanna play, you know no gangsta
The flip it back
Ride around and turn your lights off
Cutting through the city, big body Benz
Talking to Pro Green about cuttin' ends
Every time they see us in the
Streets they're like there they go
Got my bro looking out the window
Like "that's one of them"
What's with all the gossip
What's with all the chat
If we pull up to the front
They're running out the back
You know that I'm getting money
You know that's a fact
With my tools on you know how the goons are
Spray spray we about to take the roof off
Then I shoot off in a new car
It's easy, you're making it look too hard
Slow down, you're taking this shit too far
Where's the Merc
I thought you were mashing work
Ping ping I thought you were clapping thing
Where's the cash
I thought you was in the trap
And what's with all the front 'cause
Ain't nobody got your back
Got your back, got your back
Ain't nobody got your back
Ain't nobody got your back
Got your back, got your back
Ain't nobody got your back
So what's with all the front?
I got that hard shit
Download it and bang it in your car shit
Give me the spliff yeah I'm past it
Crack shy but I'm plastered, I ain't a
But everywhere I go I get my arse kicked
See a fan give them a hug though
Don't give a fuck though 'less
I wanna fuck though
Give you a quick spud tell
You it's all love bro
I couldn't give a fuck if you
Got hit by a bus though
I buy in bulk, Costco
Umbro, I will soccer if she cost though
Love? No me I just run through it
Everything is custom I'm accustomed to it
Work
Where's the Merc
I thought you were mashing work
Ping ping I thought you were clapping thing
Where's the cash
I thought you was in the trap
And what's with all the front 'cause
Ain't nobody got your back
Got your back, got your back
Ain't nobody got your back
Ain't nobody got your back
Got your back, got your back
Ain't nobody got your back
So what's with all the front?
We're all the same colour when
You turn the light off
If you don't wanna hear this
Then turn the mic off
I drive women crazy I left
Your bitch a write-off
Only if the head's right
I forget her name you know what it gets like
Like my whiskey sour, with no egg white
Rolling up a big spliff sipping
On a Red Stripe
My bread's sweet, I got that hard dough
Making it look easier
You make it look harder
If I'm ordering food I ain't calling up Ocado
Might fling it in an Uber but
I got a couple car though
AMG GT S it up and down the
Road you might see me wet it
Your lines like coke that I keep re-pressing
My rhymes like coke that I keep repressing
Where's the Merc
I thought you were mashing work
Ping ping I thought you were clapping thing
Where's the cash
I thought you was in the trap
And what's with all the front 'cause
Ain't nobody got your back
Look, the place I'm from ain't
Nothing to make light off
Ride around and turn your lights off
Aww you wanna play, you know no gangsta
The flip it back
Ride around and turn your lights off
Cutting through the city, big body Benz
Talking to Pro Green about cuttin' ends
Every time they see us in the
Streets they're like there they go
Got my bro looking out the window
Like "that's one of them"
What's with all the gossip
What's with all the chat
If we pull up to the front
They're running out the back
You know that I'm getting money
You know that's a fact
With my tools on you know how the goons are
Spray spray we about to take the roof off
Then I shoot off in a new car
It's easy, you're making it look too hard
Slow down, you're taking this shit too far
Where's the Merc
I thought you were mashing work
Ping ping I thought you were clapping thing
Where's the cash
I thought you was in the trap
And what's with all the front 'cause
Ain't nobody got your back
Got your back, got your back
Ain't nobody got your back
Ain't nobody got your back
Got your back, got your back
Ain't nobody got your back
So what's with all the front?
I got that hard shit
Download it and bang it in your car shit
Give me the spliff yeah I'm past it
Crack shy but I'm plastered, I ain't a
But everywhere I go I get my arse kicked
See a fan give them a hug though
Don't give a fuck though 'less
I wanna fuck though
Give you a quick spud tell
You it's all love bro
I couldn't give a fuck if you
Got hit by a bus though
I buy in bulk, Costco
Umbro, I will soccer if she cost though
Love? No me I just run through it
Everything is custom I'm accustomed to it
Work
Where's the Merc
I thought you were mashing work
Ping ping I thought you were clapping thing
Where's the cash
I thought you was in the trap
And what's with all the front 'cause
Ain't nobody got your back
Got your back, got your back
Ain't nobody got your back
Ain't nobody got your back
Got your back, got your back
Ain't nobody got your back
So what's with all the front?