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Skepta( Joseph Junior Adenuga )
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Look Out
Lyricist：Joseph Adenuga, Jason Thompson, Writer Unknown
Yeah, don't know, Giggs, Skeps
Browse it, Boom Productions
SN1, Boy better know
Look out, you bastards
SN1 on my T again
My black trousers D and G again
Looking like a G again
That's right it's me again
My big four 5's gotta flea in 'em
Think I've only got one Mac, got three of 'em
Then you won't see me again
Time to get the white in and the B again
Just got some high grades from Vesra
I'm a real G so I gotta little extra
I like hot girls 'cause I'm extra
Thought about my lighty then I text her
Impressed her, thinks I'm on shit
'Cause I'm doing it with Skepta
Take off your whole head top, Hannibal Lector
Black director, shoot up shit then I cut in the Vectra
Orange bud weed, lookin' nectar
Strap a big boy spliff sotum nester
Had to breeze onto Chester
Gotta new flav link, gotta tester
Potent white girl so I pressed her
Hugh Hefner pitch niggers like Scarface did Hector
Breeze in there like car chase with feds car
It's looking like them chase, wanna get her
I'm the best 'cause I ain't in the white game
Were the best, bruv, we got the best love
So come against us
This is the hard shit, makes you wanna lick out a cartridge
Look out, you bastards, we push out the hard shit
This is the hard shit, makes you wanna lick out a cartridge
Look out, you bastards, we push out the hard shit
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Now this might sound a bit cheeky
But I don't even try fam, I make it look easy, naturally greazy
Me and Giggs run up and take all the gold coins like Mario and Luigi
You wanna say somethin' say it when you see me
Don't phone me, save your credit
'Cause if you can't tell me what happens after you die
I don't wanna hear it
You ain't half a gangster, nowhere near it
Meridian, that's my murdering force
Giggs beat the sken in south, I heard it in north
They hate [Incomprehensible]better know t-shirts
And SN1 wear for the whole world to endorse course
North's up in this bitch
I don't know what you heard but you can't take the piss
If you saw what the kick back done to my wrist
You would have never put my name on your murder list
Fam, if you interrupt the vibe that I'm in then
I ride, ride, ride with my tings so fuck them niggers
Everyday I'm surrounded by killers like I was on a lifers wing
See, I'm a cool brotha with a heart of the wickedest
Violate me I squeeze this till it finishes
Then I switch cliques like Holloman switches chicks
Rinse the machine like bombiy
I call that Buju Banton light up your head like a lantern
Boy Better Know standard, look out that's the anthem
Ask all the man them, out here in the crime scene I'm a champion
Until I get a mansion I'm a keep murdering spitters at random
This is the hard shit, makes you wanna lick out a cartridge
Look out, you bastards, we push out the hard shit
This is the hard shit, makes you wanna lick out a cartridge
Look out, you bastards, we push out the hard shit
What they gonna say now? How can you have a hit yet?
2 B-E-T nominees on one track we can write at home
But we wanna write in the studio and make it look good
SN1, Boy Better Know, done know
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