Correction Lyrics FRANCHISE (Remix) by Skepta

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I don't need to shout my cousin
Saw you in the street and you ain't say nothing
Greaze
Smoke
Get the drop (Brr)

Yeah this my type beat (Brr)
Everybody knows, that this my type beat (Greaze)
This that roof down in the Rari, on the high street
I don't do lowkey, I go soprano in the highest key
She could see that I'm Gucci, so icey (She’s Sexy)
Wanna be my wifey, I can be the Travis to your Kylie
Highest in the room I promise ain't nobody high as me
You don't want smoke with me I have you thinkin' bout sobriety (Smoke)
On the 2C-P it's hard to sleep, (You trippy)
Took a nap, and woke up to n***as talkin' like me (Talk)
If I took a L you know I never took it lightly
Keep thinkin' I'm chicken 'till I pull up with the 9 piece
Menace to society and if it ain't Steelo then I can't let nobody style on me

Hey
Talk to me quietly
Them swagger jackers tryna find me (Tryna find)
My shooter got them twin cannons see it Siamese
Hannah with the Montana see two sides of me
Ferrari talk, horse in my hand
BVLGARI talk, shorts in the lamb
Take the front cover 'cause I can
We just took the beat for the dank
Gun fingers real street n***as no act
On the Yamaha let the clutch off to the bank
She wanna ride me, ooh I think she likes me (Oh I think she like)
You wanna try me? Blood on your white tee

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