Saskilla - Chip Off My Shoulder | Текст песни

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• Chip Off My Shoulder

So this guy thinks hes bad coz he jus got dropped
And T.i got shit to do
You were flying to states man didn't bring his mates
Now its back to the grime now PoP hits for you
A tune wiv meek dont make you rapper
You rap forda fame an hot tits and loot
A rap for ma family moshpits and booze in the back of the canopy shoplift for food
Dis gun right here i cocked it for you
If i hear more talk ill droplip the youth
If he brings more boys ill dropkick the crew
If i hear more noise your boxed in the boot
Your last cds like hot piss in poooh
A beat a man down wit chop sticks and shoes
In your girls womb these cock features grew
I dont wana hav to talk to this suicidal yute
The lord of the mics jackets got him so gassed that he couldn't work at what he was tryna do
I went round bookies laid down so much flames dat zoe she cudnt fan the fumes
A spinna chip round like crash bandicoot
Nigga grimes my house take off your shoes
When i lie down you priks hit the booth
A might drive right round and slapdick yA boo
Think that your badder i back hand a dude
I dont wana hear ya lies on the Tunes
Say you rep gangs but where are the troups
Taking the piss i poop inya coup
Fuck believe and achieve
I one finger dudes breaking your disc and Taking your food
I rep gimmegrime im raising the roof
You been trying it for time so dis ones for you

((Bridge))

You dont really wana be chattin like that chip
You dont really wana be chattin like that chip
You dont really wana be chattin like that chip coz you might not survive this shit

You dont really wana be comming around
Thinking your big in the town
Haters am knockin em down
Look at them clockin me now
Wana be stopping me now
Coz im ontop of em now
Leave them all wondering how
My flow is getting around
Wannabes copy my style
Gyaldem am diggin em out
After am kickin em out
Mandem are bringing em out

((FUCK OFF))

Next flow will ruin him
Dont say School of grime you been truanting
Big narstie should sit on your face
And shit in his mouth While skepta says go on Then
Ama bout turn chip to noone den
Wheres icekid wheres dot rotten then
Coz wen there in the same room
You dont wana spit nomore
Big fat prob-ba-lem
Fix ya face up and dont make trouble then and won't bring lowkey
Or 12 and dem
Find your body inda thames onda news at ten
Forda sake ada youtube fuck it den
Gurantee wena come to ur show with the whole of the scene that shizz won't back it then
He'll be there with his hands in the air witha face fulla fear like
Sas dont pack him in

Oh noooo
Chip chip chippity chip
Man What the fuck of you did
Sayin ma name on a diss
Like i won't pull of your tits
And staple the back of your head
Chip put a pad on your clit
Must be dat time of the month
Were your bleeding and shit
Coz your talking like we give a shit
But we dont so am begging dat jammer stop feeding him dick
Am poor and ma tanks on the red
So anyone chatting that gas
Petrol or not
You'll still geta pump to the head
Plus man am known to the feds
Should of died couple times
Its like am in debt to da angels
Fora bouta arm ana leg
I dont giva fuck for your shaolins
5th hokage i train in the mountains
Dont worry bout me worry bout your accountant
An worry if your songs gona chart
Dont see chris brown givin you a retweet on your single
I guess he left your rassss in the past
A lie wud be sweet
But truth is a par
So i tell a man straight your no longer a star
Dont come around ere wit your greasy lips
Looking like your lickin that arse

Am a gangster your a plastic one
Trying wear grime clothes on a drastic one
I ain't gotta prove dat am part of the scene
Coz me and crazy titch made a classic one
While you on tour doing sweet 16's
I was ina boiler room wit no jackets on
Tryna fuck a little hooch on ma mattress don
If you really wana send better practice son


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