Tinie Tempah, Ty Dolla $ign, Dizzee Rascal - Mosh Pit lyrics
Ty Dolla $ign [Tyrone William Griffin Jr.] Los Angeles, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Tinie Tempah, Ty Dolla $ign, Dizzee Rascal - Mosh Pit lyrics]
Oh my golly gosh, shit, I think I lost it
I be what they talking ’bout
And why they gossip
This for them ghetto kids and them posh kids
I make ‘em turn their speakers
Up a couple notches
Them Jordan Spizikes on my
Feet looking spotless
I be on that heavy metal
Wave and that rock shit
Bitch I’m thirty thousand feet meet
Me in my cockpit i be in the middle of
A motherfuckin’ mosh pit living kinda lavish
Fashion week in Milan, fashion week in Paris
Everyday I’m fucking some one
Different on my mattress
I be one night standing I
Ain’t tryna be romantic
Yeah they call me Tinie but
I’m bout to be gigantic
It’s a madness every single time
I’m landing back in Stanstead
Did my thing up at the Brit's and
Now I’m eyeing up the Grammys
The music got me moshing like I’m angry
Mind over matter you ain’t even on my level
You don’t even matter mind over matter
You ain’t even on my level
You don’t even matter
Where my fucking mosh pit?
Where my fucking mosh pit?
Where my fucking mosh pit?
Where my fucking mosh pit?
Oi watch how I handle this like ONG back
Pure elbows mind out mind out mind out
Rocking a roley
Got my dick on your girlfriend's shoulder
And I’m far from sober
Ain’t nobody controlling or holding me
I’m breaking the law breaking the law
See me in a mosh pit step to me
What are you waiting for? What
Are you hating for?
All I do is back beef, what do you cater for?
Worldwide jet setter, I’m gonna take a tour
You’re gonna date a whore
She’s gonna take you for a fifty
Fifty with that bullshit miss me
Got a pocket full of pounds
And they’re extra crispy
Top boy in my town you can check the history
I’m a stone cold bredder and I’m extra misty
And I fight like a gypsy
Flier than a six speed
Going somewhere fly where the chicks be
Keep a couple high bredders with me
Roll up the spliff
Take a hit of this piff G quickly
Now I’m rolling stoned and I’m in my zone
I’m a east side bredder yeah that’s my home
Its the land of the hammers
Better watch your tone
You don’t wanna see me put
A hammer in your dome
I’m Iron Maiden you breeders are fading
I’m running this game what the
Hell are you playing
What the hell are you saying
And my crew come through balls on parade
And you don’t wanna be brave
You just wanna behave and all I wanna do is
Kick back in the Caymans
But, I don’t mind killing
You for entertainment nobody can save ya
Call Jesus Christ or just change your life
You ain’t playing alright cos
You ain’t the type
Don’t know why you wanna be up in the hype
When I’m in the mosh pit all day and night
Don’t chat to me if you ain’t ready to fight
Alright?
Mind over matter you ain’t even on my level
You don’t even matter mind over matter
You ain’t even on my level
You don’t even matter
I be what they talking ’bout
And why they gossip
This for them ghetto kids and them posh kids
I make ‘em turn their speakers
Up a couple notches
Them Jordan Spizikes on my
Feet looking spotless
I be on that heavy metal
Wave and that rock shit
Bitch I’m thirty thousand feet meet
Me in my cockpit i be in the middle of
A motherfuckin’ mosh pit living kinda lavish
Fashion week in Milan, fashion week in Paris
Everyday I’m fucking some one
Different on my mattress
I be one night standing I
Ain’t tryna be romantic
Yeah they call me Tinie but
I’m bout to be gigantic
It’s a madness every single time
I’m landing back in Stanstead
Did my thing up at the Brit's and
Now I’m eyeing up the Grammys
The music got me moshing like I’m angry
Mind over matter you ain’t even on my level
You don’t even matter mind over matter
You ain’t even on my level
You don’t even matter
Where my fucking mosh pit?
Where my fucking mosh pit?
Where my fucking mosh pit?
Where my fucking mosh pit?
Oi watch how I handle this like ONG back
Pure elbows mind out mind out mind out
Rocking a roley
Got my dick on your girlfriend's shoulder
And I’m far from sober
Ain’t nobody controlling or holding me
I’m breaking the law breaking the law
See me in a mosh pit step to me
What are you waiting for? What
Are you hating for?
All I do is back beef, what do you cater for?
Worldwide jet setter, I’m gonna take a tour
You’re gonna date a whore
She’s gonna take you for a fifty
Fifty with that bullshit miss me
Got a pocket full of pounds
And they’re extra crispy
Top boy in my town you can check the history
I’m a stone cold bredder and I’m extra misty
And I fight like a gypsy
Flier than a six speed
Going somewhere fly where the chicks be
Keep a couple high bredders with me
Roll up the spliff
Take a hit of this piff G quickly
Now I’m rolling stoned and I’m in my zone
I’m a east side bredder yeah that’s my home
Its the land of the hammers
Better watch your tone
You don’t wanna see me put
A hammer in your dome
I’m Iron Maiden you breeders are fading
I’m running this game what the
Hell are you playing
What the hell are you saying
And my crew come through balls on parade
And you don’t wanna be brave
You just wanna behave and all I wanna do is
Kick back in the Caymans
But, I don’t mind killing
You for entertainment nobody can save ya
Call Jesus Christ or just change your life
You ain’t playing alright cos
You ain’t the type
Don’t know why you wanna be up in the hype
When I’m in the mosh pit all day and night
Don’t chat to me if you ain’t ready to fight
Alright?
Mind over matter you ain’t even on my level
You don’t even matter mind over matter
You ain’t even on my level
You don’t even matter