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stormzy - mel made me do it كلمات الأغنية

[intro: stormzy & abigail owuo]
(i’m not going economy, no way)
jheeze, ay, hahahahaha
ay, mummy
(i’m claiming it, man)
claim it, amen
(i’m claiming it)
claim it, haha
(i said, “i’m not going econ_, on uhm, economy”)
yeah, right, why
(stormzy is my son)
brap, brap
[verse]
i’ve been the goat for so long i guess it’s not exciting when i win
boohoo, someone grab the violins
every time i try a ting, top bins like haile when he sings
so of course, they don’t like me, i’m the king
aight, tell me why oh why would i reply to him?
i leave him hanging like kyrie on the rim, hm
where do i begin? i wear the 5990 in the gym
i got a thing for shiny little things
what can i say? i’m like a young black biden with a trim (woo)
presidential when i’m ridin’ in the bimz
taking pictures with my cameraman, i’m shining in my skin
for eight_figures i’m aubameyang, i go and sign the ting
aight, i never wonder about who i could’ve been, ‘cah i’m here
rose gold frosted or ceramic
told bro spin it so he span it
we are not the same, big mike’s from a whole different—
top bins, what a set piece, fling it in the net
could’ve jet li kick him ’till he bled
and i’m rent_free living in their head
what’s that quote? ooh, k!ll them with success
talking smoke, please, give it all a—
still dripping in finesse (god d_mn!)
man i got figures and flows i’m a different kind of f
got a lambo and a rolls, that’s a different kind of cheque
and i said i was the g.o.a.t, they didn’t listen when i—, ay
any time i do a big fletch, just ignore me
n_ggas wanna hear my side of the story
n_ggas wanna hear a n_gga chat like it’s maury
f_ck that, you n_ggas better bask in my glory
they call me to slide through the store ‘cah i’m so patterned
to be fair we don’t go hatton
we don’t tell lies
i think the kids call it no cappin’
the boys rough but the flows satin
i j hus’tle and i’m mostack’ing, they wanna’ catch me on the roads lacking
you better pray that it don’t happen (n_ggas)
and i don’t sell drugs, still i’m dope rappin’
have your whole pattern stiff chocolate with the book
to be fair, i don’t feel twitter
getting told i’m not a real spitter by some broke__rs_ bill splitter
listen, n_gga, you got bigger fish to fry, like
if i ever see your girlfriend in dubai, oh lord
party on the boat she’s onboard and the birkin is a bag you can’t afford, and she’d like one
do the maths you ain’t the right one
it’s alright, son, we’ll send her back before the nights done
i wrote one, light one, eight_out_of_ten
she’s my aight one, think of a hit then i write one
on when i sight one
this my, this my ghanaian flow, it’s a tight one
if she pretty then i put her on a flight
i put her on a jet if her p_ssy wait—
look, my nephews are listening, my chef should be michelin
there’s guests in my kitchen and my left wrist is glistening
and my tunes getting played from a set to a christening
they’re p_ssed on the net ’cause i said i ain’t listening
ugh, real n_ggas know it’s all positioning
real n_ggas know i’m not the victim
alright, i am i’ll take the l, they hype the ‘gram
they tell their jokes to spite the man
i feed my folks, they bite my hand
i do the most, i’ll fly to cannes to watch a film, then bye, alright
headline reading and leeds like it’s easy
funny when they talk about the game ‘cah it needs me
n_ggas wanna hear a n_gga spill it all to zeze
f_ck that, you n_ggas didn’t know that i’m greazy
it’s easy, man talk sh_t until they see me
believe me, all you n_ggas give me (heebie jeebies)
word to lauryn, i will die on this hill
you little n_gga’s two figures shy on my deal
someone slide me the bill (okay, i got it)
what my eyes don’t see, the messiah reveals
if it all goes left, give jasiah my will
‘cah i guess i’m just the bredda that they’re dying to k!ll, ah (woo)
your boys mad dark, still i shine like a grill
yeah, i’m healthy and i’m blessed but i rhyme like i’m ill
line bagger, holding on the line like kalil, ooh (ooh, ooh)
i live a life that they try to fulfil
so they hate on my name but admire my sk!ll
and before i touch stage, gotta’ wire my ‘mil, ah
my n_ggas do drill that was prior to drill
if you see me with my dragons lookin’ fly in the field
know khaleesi couldn’t fathom all the fire i spill, nah
you old washed n_ggas should retire, for real
there’s a time you should move, and a time to be still
there’s a time to destroy and a time to rebuild
but all i see is washed up godfathers and washed up podcasters
i own all my masters, i ain’t got masters
i throw a party on the yacht and wear my yacht master
they think i just chart top, but i’m the top charter
gaffer like i’m scott parker
from when the mandem use to rock parka’s
i am nasty, but i’m not marcus
g_nius, i could’ve clocked harvard
my n_ggas slide but they are not dancers
dead rappers wanna swap chargers
nah, i mean they wanna swap stances
nah, i mean they wanna trade places
get to scr_ppin’ like i ain’t famous
have you dashing like you’re dwain chambers
follow fashion, man, you fake greatness
to make a classic, yeah, it takes ages
but i still do it like my mate david
nah, i mean like my bro dave
me and mist, that’s a close shave
they fear this but they won’t say, i’m the nearest on a cold day
they love to talk about the old days
them man are old like, “annie, are you okay?”
i prefer not to speak like i’m josé
(i prefer really not to, uhm, not to speak, if i speak i am in, in big trouble) (woo)
this is what i meant when i said what i said
i got whips in my drive, pretty women in my bed
my accolades are bigger than my head
stylo told me, “k!ll ’em ’til they’re dead”
()
if it’s a ting then i’ll just pattern it like trev, ay
man i got ‘tec’s like i’m kylian, punch like i’m dillian
walk in a gym and i bump into william
yeah, the s on chest, yeah, that stands for “success”
but the m on my hairline stands for my millions
ah, i got a brilliant car
i got a brilliant team, they wanna’ bring up my past becah i’m living my dream
what we achieved ain’t a shock ‘cah we knew it
we just stepped all clean and said, “mel made me do it”, ow
now there’s not enough sp_ce in my wardrobe
benjart fitted on my waist and my torso
n_ggas keep on thinking i’m a chief, oh you thought so?
chatty patty n_ggas, man, you n_ggas need a talk show
i’ve never seen real dons turn loose women
sleep real good, fresh sheets, new linen
if we ever played a game called “guess who’s winning?”
then you’ll open up the door, i’ll be in the room chillin’
there’ll never be a time where me and you’s are twinning
why? different status, my chicks the baddest
you know the bags chanel, the trips to paris
and if your boys a king, the bits a palace
okay, three o2’s that i sell_out, man, i’m such a sellout
might f_ck around and bring adele out
me and flipz don’t talk like we fell out
ah, get the h_ll out, all the sh_t i gotta’ spell out
please a_l_l_o_w me
every time i double_plaque they go and double my p
i was double_spread mike, now i cover i_d
i wouldn’t cover for you d_ckheads if you covered my—
ah, i knew they wouldn’t like it if i blow
got all your n_ggas rattled but you hide it on the low
i’m from the city where they’re ridin’ with the pole
and now my nephews can’t believe that spider_man’s my bro
shout tom, that’s my guy, on_top ’til we die
yeah, i skip through the world, hop_scotch to dubai
there’s a lot to divide but my god will provide
couldn’t get to where i’m going if you hopped in my—
i got tj tellin’ me we’re done
i said, “i thought i have an hour left?”
ah, man, my enemies are out of breath
i pray, then i fast, then i counter press
spent a week in the sticks, but tonight i’m at my south address
ah, you know how it gets
holy spirit, that’s just how i’m blessed
aight, twenty bags for my shower head, a n_gga gotta’ shower fresh
you little boys are out your depth
know i got ashville on the yard and yianni on the wrap
i mean i’m yianni on the rap
i’m the best at what i do, they think i’m braggin’ on the track
but i’m flexing ‘cah it’s true, and if you went and run it back
you’d know i’d left you with the truth
because cars don’t make you this lit
the money don’t make you this good
the plaques don’t make you this cold
give a f_ck what my sh_t sold
i buss a rhyme when i’m in flip mode, you pr_cks know
the boy’s just way too nice so you always see my music on the shelf
i’ve been the g.o.a.t for so long that they never hype a n_gga up
so i guess i gotta do it to myself, boy
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- stormzy

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