Текст песни Big Narstie, Ed Sheeran, Papoose - Groundwork

Coming to you from the outskirts
I’ve been waitin’ outside for time, but now they ain’t gonna let me in
But you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is win
Because of that groundwork (Yeah)
I’ll be settin’ this mic alight until the fire takes over

My team built upon many years of groundwork
Cuban look like yellow yam, points to the ‘Gram
You know that pound work (Pound work), you know how my sound work
Mr. Fantastic, I’m a static, make them crowds surf
Lone Ranger, I am always on the outskirts
Grab my forty, start playing forty, forty
If the demon starts to haunt me (Hahaha), dearly beloved
My cannon said, “Just fuck it,” only fingers that will touch it
On the peak like Warren Buffet, like Norris, I just chuck it (Lone Ranger)
Three stars in the moon, flick my wrist and I just bruk it (I just bruk it)
You know my steez
You get the borer to your belly button like Priest from Dancehall Queen
Hardcore settings, never been PG
Large up Yinka, Zeze
Extra terrestrial, ET, thousand grams
Weezy connecting people, BT shoe
Flew off key, Weezy move through the shadows, creepy
Look through the glasses, Stevie
I’m on the riddim all easy, light work, easy peasy
Know it’s PDL in the dunya, I make a man Unknown T like Munya
Refer to me, King Kunta, king of Zamunda
I want the gyal with enormous bunda, yeah
I want the gyal with enormous bunda, yeah
I want the gyal with enormous bunda

Coming to you from the outskirts
I’ve been waitin’ outside for time, but now they ain’t gonna let me in
But you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is win
Because of that groundwork (Groundwork)
I’ll be settin’ this mic alight until the fire takes over (Woo)
Honestly, I’ve told you
Coming to you from the outskirts
I’ve been waitin’ outside for time, but now they gonna let me in
But you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is win
Because of that groundwork
I’ll be settin’ this mic alight until the fire takes over (Papoose)
Honestly, I’ve told you (Papoose)
Coming to you from the—

I’m out in London, rude boys, top shottas and gunmen
Half of bricks, kilos, six deuces and onions
Black Smith & Wesson, the wooden handle, I’m clutchin’
So when I back wood, it’s not what you roll your blunts in
Came through the door too loud, that’s why you sufferin’

When you enter calm, it’s easier to get buzzed in
Getaway car with the bad engine combustion
Transportin’ traffic and racketeering, and smugglin’
Remy, give me one more baby, just for your husband
Let’s put a restaurant in this name like Puff and Justin
Crack rock seller, back block dweller
Your jam popped with fed shots but Pap box better, uh
Flash rocks fresher, mad fly dresser
Match my leather with the AV, black Margielas, uh
Mack cock lever, black shots hella
Stash box in the dashboard, I stash my cheddar

Coming to you from the outskirts
I’ve been waitin’ outside for time, but now they ain’t gonna let me in
But you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is win
Because of that groundwork
I’ll be settin’ this mic alight until the fire takes over
Honestly, I’ve told you
Coming to you from the outskirts
I’ve been waitin’ outside for time, but now they gonna let me in
But you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is win
Because of that groundwork
I’ll be settin’ this mic alight until the fire takes over
Honestly, I’ve told you
Coming to you from the—

From the outskirts
I’ve been waitin’ outside for time, but now they ain’t gonna let me in
But you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is win
Because of that groundwork
I’ll be settin’ this mic alight until the fire takes over
Honestly, I’ve told you
Coming to you from the—

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