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lirik lagu fingers up (gun sign) – samuel victor

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[introduction]
look
i’m not a chav i’m a townie, straight out the precinct
i’m your guide have a brownie, lyrically feasting
while the other men drowsy, and falling asleep i’m
getting money like a dowry, it’s getting indecent
samuel victor’s back, howdy, g’day and good evening
when the women all surround me, gimmie a reason
not to get so rowdy, i’m getting em beats in
and the b-ss like kapowski, tiffani thiessen

[verse 1]
girl said she saw me on stormzy’s snapchat
i said baby here’s my at tag
name and my number you can call me i’ll snap back
and i’ll tap that
a prs cheque that just bought me a hatchback
don’t pms b-tch, i’m hood rich not a fat cat
mc’s test me leave their b-lls in a knapsack
a mouse make a cat go “jeez (/cheese)” when he’s caught in a rat-trap
so lean back
man it feels good to get my team back
i’m a mean cat with the greenbacks
i ran the scene 16, n’ah mean? fact
my rhymes are chillin’ you’re kissin my pen
if you can’t get your fill a’ me missing these trends
i’m like mother you’re k!lling me dissin’ my friends
this is brotherhood trilogy, this is the end
we open the lionsgate, we are the christians
fight til i win is my fear, my religion
i’m better than you? just a smidgen
i’m broadband man, you a carrier pidgeon
i am so heartless, i am so dark
cos i trekked into darkness with noel clark
people can’t ignore me when i roll past
that’s cool, happy days, but i jump no shark
back in the day you was paid, i’s in tatters
but me casa su c-ssa, now it don’t matter
i was jealous as sh-t, but it flipped, now i’m rich
and your whip got old, and you’re chick got fatter
i make movies and more, making cakes on jaffa
see my name on billboards, station, plaza
think women and i got em all, babes on platter
think big and i’m unstoppable, jason maza

[hook]
can’t say that i’m a criminal, i done my time
my rhymes ain’t subliminal, they just sublime
bust a rhyme in the club, make a crowd blow up
brap brap, fingers up in a gun sign

[pre-chorus]
i can’t two step, sk-nk, i don’t know the sweep
but i’ll roll up my sleeves, let my rolex speak
you ain’t got a rolex? get a fake one
or cop your own style, let it say some’ sweet

[chorus]
say we don’t need no gats, we don’t need no knives
we just loving these nights while we living our lives
and though sh-t can be hard for us sometimes?
brap brap fingers up in a gun sign
say we don’t need no gats, we don’t need no knives
we just loving these nights while we living our lives
and though sh-t can be hard for us sometimes?
brap brap fingers up in a gun sign

[verse 2]
i ain’t afraid of beef, cos i ain’t no vegan
don’t need no priest, we don’t need no deacon
but i am your vicar
glorious, victorious, i am the victor
your sh-t ain’t arresting, i’m ’bout to convict ya
i’m interesting, instagram picture, s victor
scandelous, vandelous, hits of the richter
spit so quick make even sick sh-t sicker
check the slo-mo on the gopro picture
the internet like “dat flow doe, sh-t brah!”
i don’t mean to alarm ya
but even obama follows my twitter
yo i’m serious
stop this, pause it check it, i’m serious
[pause]
see i weren’t lying, this sh-t is ridiculous!
swear down! i’m getting so famous
its shameless, you’re nameless, unfair how?
its all here now, all i could need
cash or weed i got paddington bear(/bare) pounds
i spit fire no slack its a badman ‘ting
my empire strikes back its a kasdan thing
girl see me down the gym on my hugo boss
say i’m rankin’ top in me pant and ting
man jealous when i drive lamborghinis
they can pretend that the man they don’t see me
i get up their noses, come smell the roses
i’m art on the -rs- of fernades versini
how can i joke on a track so bleak
boy better know that i can’t roll deep
jme, skepta, that’s not me
i’m not wiley, i’m miley on mtv

[hook]
can’t say that i’m a criminal, i done my time
my rhymes ain’t subliminal, they just sublime
bust a rhyme in the club, make a crowd blow up
brap brap, fingers up in a gun sign

[pre-chorus]
i can’t two step, sk-nk, i don’t know the dougie
but the girl on my arm is kate upton lovely
you love someone? better say some’ nice
hold em tight cos the world can get ugly

[chorus]
say we don’t need no gats, we don’t need no knives
we just loving these nights while we living our lives
and though sh-t can be hard for us sometimes?
brap brap fingers up in a gun sign
say we don’t need no gats, we don’t need no knives
we just loving these nights while we living our lives
and though sh-t can be hard for us sometimes?
brap brap fingers up in a gun sign

[verse 3]
where d’you know me from, how did i get started?
i ghost wrote half the american market
and if you talking the hardest
i done more giggs than three quarters of artists
ahead of the game, i got a ps6
and i work all day just to be the sh-t
fever pitch all the girls are believing
d’you think its the reason selena’s not bieber’s b-tch?
i’m a movie producer and actor
who you know made one film got two bafta
bursaries, cursary glance at the lunch line
cheese wrap? fingers up in a gun sign
i see you shake it and mammy you’re peng
but don’t rate me, you’re snakey like arnie oceang
but i still think we could have a fun time
out back, fingers up in a gun sign

[pre-chorus]
i can’t two step, sk-nk, i don’t know the dab
i can’t even burn dabs i’m too old for that
but whatever you need to keep calm and succeed
just play nice cos the world can get mad

[chorus]
say we don’t need no gats, we don’t need no knives
we just loving these nights while we living our lives
and though sh-t can be hard for us sometimes?
brap brap fingers up in a gun sign
say we don’t need no gats, we don’t need no knives
we just loving these nights while we living our lives
and though sh-t can be hard for us sometimes?
brap brap fingers up in a gun sign

- samuel victor

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