GROUNDWORK Song by Big Narstie, Ed Sheeran, and Papoose
song lyrics:
Coming to ya from the outskirtsI've been waitin' outside for time but now they gonna let me inBut you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is winBecause of that groundwork (yeah)I've been settin' this mic alight until the fight takes over
My team build upon many years of groundworkCuban look like yellow yam, points to the 'GramYou know that pound work (pound work), you know how my sound workMiss the fantastic, I'm a static, make them crowds surfLone ranger, I am always on the outskirtsGrab my .40, start playing 40-40If the demon starts to haunt me (hahahahahaha), they leave and love itMy cannon said, "Just fuck it", on these fingers that will touch it
On the peak like Warren Buffett, like Norris, I just chuck itThree stars in the moon, flick my wrist and I just bruk it (I just bruk it)You know my steezYou get the borough to your belly button like Priest from Dancehall QueenHardcore settings, never been PG larger 'cause it's easyExtraterrestrial, ET, thousand gramsWeezy connecting people, BT shoeFlew off-key, Weezy move for the shadows, creepyLook for the glasses, Stevie, and when the rhythm all easy, light white, easy-peasy
Know it's PDL in the dunya, I make a man unknown T, like munyaRefer to me, King Kunta, king of ZamundaI want the gyal with enormous bunda, yeahI want the gyal with enormous bunda, yeahI want the gyal with enormous bunda
Coming to ya from the outskirtsI've been waitin' outside for time but now they gonna let me inBut you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is winBecause of that groundwork, I've been settin' this mic alight until the fight takes overAnd they say I told ya
Coming to ya from the outskirtsI've been waitin' outside for time but now they gonna let me inBut you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is winBecause of that groundwork, I've been settin' this mic alight until the fight takes overAnd they say I told ya (who's Pap? Who's-)
I'm out in London, rude boys, top shottas and gunmenHalf of bricks, kilos, six deuces and onionsBlack Smith & Wesson, the wooden handle, I'm clutchingSo when I backwood, it's not what you roll your blunts inCame through the door too loud, that's why you sufferingWhen you into calmers, easier to get buzzed inGetaway car with the bad engine combustionTransportin' traffic and racketeering and smugglin'
Remy, get me one more baby, just for your husbandLet's put a restaurant in this name like Puff and JustinCrack rock seller, back block dwellerYour jetpack, with fair shots but pack box better, uhFlash rocks fresher, mad fly dresserMatch my leather with the AV, black Margielas, uhMack cock level, black shots hellaStash box in the dashboard, I stash my cheddar
Coming to ya from the outskirtsI've been waitin' outside for time but now they gonna let me inBut you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is winBecause of that groundwork, I've been settin' this mic alight until the fight takes overAnd they say I told ya
Coming to ya from the outskirtsI've been waitin' outside for time but now they gonna let me inBut you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is winBecause of that groundwork, I've been settin' this mic alight until the fight takes overAnd they say I told ya
Coming to ya from the outskirtsI've been waitin' outside for time but now they gonna let me inBut you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is winBecause of that groundwork, I've been settin' this mic alight until the fight takes overAnd they say I told yaComing to ya from the-
Songwriters: Edward Christopher Sheeran / Shamele Mackie / Richard Tucker / Tyrone Lindo / Obi Kevin Akudike / Nathan Brow
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