Skepta, Michael Phantom, L3 - No Stress lyrics

Skepta [Joseph Olaitan Adenuga]

[Skepta, Michael Phantom, L3 - No Stress lyrics]

Skrrt ooh
Wake up in some cold sweats (Brrt, brrt)

I give you nightmares
Wake up in some cold sweats (Ha)
I just made a hundred in my sleep
It's no stress
I not see that girl no more, nah
That's a old flex (Huh?)
Walk onto the plane, I'm tryna fuck a hostess
(Sexy) keep some drillers 'round me
I ain't takin' no checks (Greaze)
Kill your bloodclart
Tell a pussy "Don't test" (Brrt)
We gon' catch you slipping, get
The drop like oh, yes
(Oh, yeah, yeah) pull up
Blow this smoke until there
Ain't no smoke left (Greaze)

She said she wanna come get this dick
So I told her "Come on then, bitch"
(yeah) a man try come on some big man
Ting so I taught him a lesson (yeah)
If you ever see me go to rise this toy, no
I'm not pretending (yeah)
AR15s in the back of the car
And they come fully loaded
Scope with the beam, got him
Down, pop him down, wrap him in sheets
I do shit you cannot believe
Chop it down, fly it out, bring back the P's
Then we do the drive-by, drive-by
Try drill 'round your team
And see when them shots start fly-by
You coulda been seen

I give you nightmares
Wake up in some cold sweats (Ha)
I just made a hundred in my sleep
It's no stress
I not see that girl no more, nah
That's a old flex (Huh?)
Walk onto the plane, I'm tryna fuck a hostess
(Sexy) keep some drillers 'round me
I ain't takin' no checks (Greaze)
Kill your bloodclart
Tell a pussy "Don't test" (Brrt)
We gon' catch you slipping, get
The drop like oh, yes
(Oh, yeah, yeah) pull up
Blow this smoke until there
Ain't no smoke left (Greaze)

I got too many bruddas
I might pull up in a Vito
If I'm in the hood then I'm
With Corz or I'm with Teeko
I was out in Cuba speaking Spanish
Un poquito casablanca fit
These ladies call me suavecito
I love marijuana, in a week, I smoke a kilo
With my model ting, she sniffin' A1 perico
I'm that kind of criminal
Spit some game to my PO
This them rudeboy riddims, need to wheel it
Need a reload (Goddamn)

Oh, yes she the hostess with the mostest
Big back one, come poke out the long dress
Short skirt on, lookin' fine like a hot mess
Don't test me or none of my bruddas
Hot plate and the knife slice like butter
Catch me slippin', might draw my cutter
That girl there can never be my lover
Never meet my mother
Tippy-toes, she givin' me that litty dome
Been doin' this since this Motorola
'member them flippy phones?
I'm all about that cookie dough
Speak Spanish, un poquito
Smokin' cigars and I'm on the
Beach and sippin' a mojito
(Them man are sleepin')

I give you nightmares
Wake up in some cold sweats
I just made a hundred in my sleep
It's no stress
I not see that girl no more, nah
That's a old flex
Walk onto the plane, I'm tryna fuck a hostess
(Sexy) keep some drillers 'round me
I ain't takin' no checks (Greaze)
Kill your bloodclart
Tell a pussy "Don't test" (Brrt)
We gon' catch you slipping, get
The drop like oh, yes
(Oh, yeah, yeah) pull up
Blow this smoke until there
Ain't no smoke left (Greaze)

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