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know me from (remix) - statz (uk) lyrics

[verse 1: statz]
it’s not just stormzy that likes all kind of girls too
i like ones with big b-ms and ones with nice hairdos
when you holla girls on facebook, they air you
but when i’m online, i don’t talk, they’re like “how dare you?”
but enough of that stormzy flow
it’s not my fault your girl wanna call me loads
it’s just me being me, i’m that sort of bloke
so deal with it, your girlfriend rang my doorbell
flew upstairs and got naked so i dealt with it
i checked my fingers after and i told her “it’s not that deep”
but i smelt willing
ayo zdot, this beat’s hard, yana
girls say that my beats are hard, yana
but when you bang, gyal are like “harder, bruv”
“are you g-y? cuh you ain’t never hard enough”
got that big old c-ck
your girl loves that, even with my ting on flop
make her eyes roll back when my ting in [?]
but when it’s you, she can’t tell if it’s in or not
she got that kim k backup but i’m not kanye
i play games with her like an arcade
driving about while she’s giving me brain
swerving about while i’m in the fast lane
i’m looking down, this gyal is insane
doing all this cause i got bars and a name
i ain’t even got no bats or a chain
you call this a wife, how are you not ashamed?
who am i? black boy with a bag of bars
life’s alright but it’s still with a bag of crumbs
i draw wives in the dance and attack her fast
i leave vaginas a mess like smashing gl-ss
check the flow, man pull it when i’m rapping fast
when i’m on the set, touch mic, man are flabbergast
fans in the uk, supporters in panama
i’m not signed but i’m looking for a manager

[verse 2: izzie gibbs]
i was sick of talk
couldn’t care if kanye was in the brit awards
these guys don’t care about grime
i’m next in line, why would i want bring a tour?
man need to listen more
you was in your room tryna be skepta, wiley or dizzee
i was on the move, hopping out a vectra
keeping it grizzy up top like i rep one-fiddy
i’m a rascal, don’t be dizzy
got hench parcels, yet man are skinny
your heart’s half full, can’t try with izzie
box man in his lip, now he tries to be skippy
man are merky, word to stormzy
paid to try score poor man dem a 40
then i got locked and [?]
them city n-gg-s move draws at 40
before izzie gibbs, just a little shit hitting licks
for the pies like wiley
you’ve been taking risky trips to link a chick
head up between her thighs, that’s grimy
so so wrong, if your wifey’s lonely, i’ve
got an extension in the jeans
she ain’t got hope in songs, she can hold that song
you wanna try a new question please?
where do you know me from?
dem boy there beg for a reload, oh, you know that song?
hold on, get this p like there’s hectic beef
when man don’t let shit be
i ain’t poking wrong, i’ll fold this don
send him to the holy one
bring rhymes so raw like
who are they rolling on?
put certain n-gg- in, f-ck your stony don
you think it’s all good cause you’re [?]
me and my n-gg-s are in the hood, gotta get paid fully
got the bobby and the boys that’ll make man boogie
businessman on the crook of the hoodie, not no rookie
got the long wood, now your girl want nookie
can’t play us, don
got plants in your flat? after we hit a lick, do the j hus dance

- statz uk lyrics

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