Don
کاور آهنگ Don از Skepta, D Double E

Don

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Oh my god

It's who, who?

It's the me, me

Yeah, yeah

Everybody knows what me and D do to verses

Walk in the stu', any beat, any speed

Just give me something to work with

Talk about clash, I'll hit him where the nerve is (Greaze)

I don't know why I ever ask man "Wagwan" '

Cause I already know what the word is (Huh?)

Fake love got a big man like me

Flying 'round with a tool in the car like I

Don't know what a bird is (Boom, boom, boom)

International, bigger than the capital (Sex)

Now the guys at the label, they wanna talk when I see them

Talking about contract, must be talking

Vodafone, three calls on a weekend

I get ten shows tryna see three Ms, and that's big facts

Big smoke, I get the cash then dash back to the dunya with the Gs dem

It's a bittersweet symphony, they say an eye for an eye (Smoke)

You die by the sword, now you can't look for no sympathy

I get high so I can ease the pain but still

I can never touch Ye like Kimberly (Never)

I got rich and still I kept my dignity (Trust)

All the OGs falling off, see Skeppy and D

Double, that's who they wish to be (Double)

Bigger than me, bigger than me

Bigger than me, bigger than me, me

Don dada with a capital D

Them man are nothin' like Skepta

Them man are nothin' like ooh, ooh

Think that you're sicker than me, had

To sell my skeng, I'm too trigger happy

Never be sicker than D, never be sicker than Greaze

Bigger than what? Bigger than me?

He's a fake gangster with a lower case G

He can never be sicker than G, go on then, go on then

Bidi-bop-bop

I told my young I like them skinny jeans (I like them)

How you gonna put that big MAC-10 inside them skinny jeans? (How?)

Drill for the ting and beat it, Michael Jackson, Billie Jean (Uh)

Do the ting then quickly fly out to the Philippines

Helicopter, man gotta run 'cause the helicopter (Yeah)

Under the bridge 'cause the helicopter (Yeah)

Under the tree 'cause of the helicopter (Yeah)

Try get away from the heat sensor, man have

Got good food, Marks and Spencer (Yeah)

And I got the heat with the red laser (Yeah)

Under the old school mosh blazer

Boydem wanna come with the handcuffs

Say the boydem wanna come with the taser

Get rid of that, I'm a eraser (Huh, bidi-bop-bop)

Lifesaver (Yeah)

You're gonna need a fundraiser when I start moving like Hellraiser

Carry on thinking I'm a geezer

Pray to the lord and saviour

Bigger than me, bigger than me

Bigger than me, bigger than me, me

Don dada with a capital D

Them man are nothin' like Skepta

Them man are nothin' like ooh, ooh

Think that you're sicker than me, had

To sell my skeng, I'm too trigger happy

Never be sicker than D, never be sicker than Greaze

Bigger than what? Bigger than me?

He's a fake gangster with a lower case G

He can never be sicker than G, go on then, go on then

I've come for the belly

Come for the radio, come for the telly

Come for the hardy, come for the smelly

Come for the bidi-bop-bop, come for the jelly

Jamaican don dada

Come from and come from

Manaman are out here climbing ladder

Manaman are out here climbing, ooh, ooh