Roll Deep ft. Psiv Lyrics

How many ghosts

Turn you to smoke

How many bros can

Turn you to smoke

Wey they don't know yeah

Waiting on home yeah

Its Like…

Say who got next say who got step

Heard you got time

Please tell me how many minutes you get

Pop that corn leave it in his vest then leave in a breathe

Couldn’t decide how I was to book it

If it was cupid if you just stupid or are you dumb

Vrrr skrrr type it deya

Ooh duhh lightning curve

Fighting words don’t do no harm

And harmful words shouldn’t do your fighting

But it’s cool and it’s calm I factored ya’ll into plans

You watching me for a hand out

I watch it get outta hand

When I see signs and symbols it’s always a greater dan

That’s a tall ass fan

If she ain’t gat no plans I’ma wrap up and leave with her

That’s a tally ban

How do you plead from the stands

How you find you defendant

Make your case quick cos ima family man

Take your pick quick cos I got so many plans

And that goes for so many stans

Wo

How many ghosts can turn you to smoke

How many bros can turn you to ghosts

How many bros can

Wey they don't know yeah

Waiting on home yeah

I roll deep on beats put the fear in your Emcees yes

I roll deep on beats put the Em in your Emcees Yes

I roll deep on beats put the M in your Emcees Yes

I roll deep on beats put the M in your Emcees Yes

How many times have we heard that your mandem did it

But, we found out that the shit’s just lyrics

The real don’t chat, said the man just drill it

I touch that beat, bet you know I’ll kill it

Your gees got touched, now your mandem fidget

They can’t come close, cos the man stay widdit

We spun that block, paid an old school visit

We ain’t got time for your mandem gimmicks

I Roll deep on beats

Put the fear in your MCs

I’m a real hot boy, that’s a 100 degrees

And I’m way too cold

They ain’t touching my steez

Got my blasian ting, yeah she speak guapanese

We be stacking the cash, yeah we stashing the ps

No love in the ends, don’t fuck with my Gs

I’m not the guy you’ll be wanting to beef

say who got next

say who brung neck

say who brought shank say who got shivved

I’m just sat here sitting with shells

Sitting with shells

sounds of machete gon cut you up dead

cut you up dead

my town got delivery

part of me pretty

but say who needs werk

we heard that you dropped..

buh nothing got felt

come around these funerals

that one time for enemies death

take a pound off enemies flesh

right down grave where enemies slept

swear you ain’t seen anything yet

sounds of the dizzy ones enemies break

don’t ask me how I did it

bullet to the brain

in the name of spitting fine fine lyrics

ask how I live it

you don’t know the game

if you think that I sit down

to write my lyrics me I type my lyrics

This time around me I’m right round bridges

Live too damn near where they did it

You dun wanna draw me out call me out

if you do just go on and hide my digits

How many ghosts can

Turn you to smoke

How many bros can

Turn into ghosts

How many bros can

Wey they don't know yeah

Waiting on home yeah

I roll deep on beats put the fear in your Emcees yes

I roll deep on beats put the em in your Emcees Yes

I roll deep on beats put the m in your Emcees Yes

I roll deep on beats Brrr bapbap northside dededede

I roll deep on beats put the fear in your EMcees yes

I roll deep on these put the m in your EMcees yes

I roll deep on beats put the fear in your MPs yes

I roll deep on these put the m in your EMcees yes