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edna medley (live at the brit awards 2021) - headie one lyrics

[part i: “know better”]

[intro: headie one & newsreader]
some say it’s a symptom of societal failings–
it is a form of aggressive rap music known as drill
they should know better

[part ii: “ain’t it different”]

[intro: headie one & lady saw]
(baby, are you up for this?)
suh, suh, s*s*s*suh
(b*b*b*baby, are you up for this?)

[verse 1]
ain’t it different? (one) i link my ting in la
but i can’t fly to the states ‘cah i got too much convictions (jheeze)
apparently all i talk is prison, but i don’t know no different (no)
‘cah i was in jail up north, runnin’ another coalition (turn)
fresh home, i bought coke and whipped it
i put some roses where my wrist is
you ain’t ever made a birthday cake from digestive biscuits (told me turm, ayy)
will have to take lemon juice to a p*ss test (p*ss test, s*s*s*suh)
every day i look up to the lord, give thanks for all this litness (turn, turn, turn, turn)
come home, fresh out the system, gymnast
rollin’ with smoke on my jones
pigs want all the camera on me, not the one from dipset (one)
i still can’t mix pleasure with business, sorry, princess (princess)
i come a long way from broke days (turn, turn)
i got to work and fixed it
[chorus: lady saw & headie one]
baby, are you up for this?
i am feeling hot tonight
ready for the bump and grind
wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah
baby, are you up for this? (ain’t it different?)
i am feeling hot tonight (turn, turn, turn, turn)
ready for the bump and grind
wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah (suh, suh, s*s*s*suh)

[verse 2: aj tracey & headie one]
ain’t it different?
spent like ten years grindin’
covered in diamonds, never been minin’
came through, man’s still shinin’
‘cah i was in homeford house with the pack
and now i’m in dubai, limin’
me and headz landed abroad, two new kettles, perfect timin’
the new whip’s white on white, peanut b*tter, rose gold linin’
you can catch me in central
car so dumb, when i press this b*tton, it’s gone, i don’t do rentals
air 1’s fresher than menthol
i don’t wanna get ish lit, but the way that bro grip sticks ain’t gentle
summer time shootouts, big big loot*outs
get corn stuck in your dental (turn, turn, turn, turn)
[chorus: lady saw, headie one & aj tracey]
baby, are you up for this? (ain’t it different? let’s go)
i am feeling hot tonight (aight, aight*a)
ready for the bump and grind
wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah (how we comin’? yeah, yeah)

[verse 3: headie one & aj tracey]
oi, headie, what we sayin’?
turn, turn, turn
it’s been a tough year (facts)
but teamwork gets the dream workin’ (on god)
it’s only right that we show love to the key workers
i’m gassed up when i’m leavin’ the booth
and i rep for the kids, i don’t need an excuse
the government say “eat out to help”
but won’t help rashford when he’s feedin’ the yutes
what else can the drill yutes rap ’bout (what else?)
apart from my worst days? (facts)
you see me on stage but i was in jail three birthdays
standin’ here at the brits, but we ain’t seen as british
we ain’t finished, we got more plaques for the critics

[part iii: “princess cuts”]

[intro: young t]
woo, ayy
[chorus: young t, young t & bugsey]
got twenty on my wrist, i’m going crazy
canary princess cuts for my baby
out the window, i can hear the old bailey
sippin’ louis xiii, i’m with a casey
i made a wish, i got it, then i made a wish list
bust case, was no witness
a hundred in a duffle bag, i got a big fish
shorty, you need assistance

[verse 1: headie one, bugsey & young t]
my young boy got the stick like moses with the israelites (uh)
tellin’ them opp boys, “it’s on sight”
they ain’t outside, they stay inside
we can’t party if we can’t get the tray inside (turn, turn, turn, turn)
shoe cocaine white, t**th colgate white (told me turn, ayy)
you know what it gets like, i just gotta step– (told me turn)
trackie and my sliders, i got beef that i still don’t let slide (what?)
all those double c’s, i got a chanel side (what?)
i’m really blowin’ trees in the middle east (ayy)
is you from the philippines or vietnamese? (suh, s*s*s*suh, what?)
i don’t dance, but i can shake a leg (told me turn)
i one*two step, billie jean, billie jean (turn, turn, turn, turn)

[verse 2: bugsey, young t & headie one]
heard you want a shoulder you can cry on (whoop)
rely on (ayy), and you hope that really is me
blow chronic, my rose gold flourish
i hold no solace, sweet wet coochie on me (turn, turn)
boasy and my baby gorgeous
a likkle mortgage, i need them flawless
i l!ck my thumb and i’m runnin’ it through these commas
louis orders, get me more of this

[chorus: young t, young t & bugsey]
got twenty on my wrist, i’m going crazy
canary princess cuts for my baby
out the window, i can hear the old bailey
sippin’ louis xiii, i’m with a casey
i made a wish, i got it, then i made a wish list
bust case, was no witness
a hundred in a duffle bag, i got a big fish
shorty, you need assistance
shorty, you need assistance

[outro: headie one]
steady, lit

- headie one lyrics

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