Audacity Lyrics

STORMZY Feat HEADIE ONE Ghana | RnB, Rap

Audacity Lyrics


It's like
You niggas audacious
Hm Yeah

I roll out with no cash on me
Calm now with no mash on me
Stay away from these ashy youts
'Fore they come around and get ash on me
That's five thousand capacity
Five thousand capacity
Then spread that over the U.Kelike. and then add it up and get back to me
You pussy hoes on the bad for me
Mad man, they go mad for me
Who the fuck, when they gassed you up
Like you're good enough to be clashin' me
Oh please, stop harrassin' me
Charge me up and put gas in me
Them likkle fish want to try ting
Oh man, the audacity

I got girl in my inbox sendin' me eyes
Livin' on the edge to the end of our lives
Wolf in a sheep's skin tellin' me lies
Sometimes I love when my enemy dies
Woo, so ahead of my time
Mainstream boy starts lettin' off lie
Take that fee, then treble it twice, yeah
The problem's back, I got flows
What your back, I'm on smoke
Dogde the paps and do boat
My boys are maximum boast
Ain't no time to Bly man
Know my time from here to Thailand
You man got that gun off my man
So you man got that gun on finance
Like what's this rented skeng, buy your own
Use my pend to skeng-fry your dome
Want me to send for them, mind the throne
Cliche rep it, end dies alone
Cliche run your guns and die broke
I don't buy in ones, I buy bulk
Yeah, go and bust your gun, I like smoke
Rude boy, mind ya lungs, you might choke
Like cough-cough, puff-puff, pass
You're not hard or tough
They callin' me the virgin Mike
How the Hell I bust so fast
Rude boy, I came and shook my whole era
No co-signs for me and no carers
2019 and I swear I'm goin' clearer
Draw from the dead MC's like Paul Bearer

I roll out with no cash on me
Calm now with no mash on me
Stay away from these ashy youts
'Fore they come around and get ash on me
That's five thousand capacity
Five thousand capacity
Then spread that over the U.K. and then add it up and get back to me
You pussy hoes on the bad for me
Mad man, they go mad for me
Who the fuck, when they gassed you up
Like you're good enough to be clashin' me
Oh please, stop harrassin' me
Charge me up and put gas in me
Them likkle fish want to try ting
Oh man, the audacity

Had to sign this 'caine, no Harry
Now my track suit says Balmain, Paris
Smoke on bro, no Cali
So you better stay well back, Danny
Oh, now he got beef in the streets and I thought it'd only be in my patty
'Cause I learned how to work this handy and let it just pile, ask Gandhi
I was with the bro in Jennifer Anni's
I told her I'm tryna be the best I can be
Next day, I go end up on the opp block
Like who's on me, Charlie?
Come off the ring like Andres Tales
I bought her a new hanny and it cost four thousand
Kept, kept close, pagans wanna out me
They want me in a box like chicken chow mein
I wonder why opps wanna try me
White feds put me in court and trial me
Bad B's get bored and deal me
Ask for a go, tell them Lizz, I'm like, "Shall we?"
Laid back, but still rowdy
Same youts from throwbacks still 'round me
Funny how my old tings still shout me (What)
Oh, me
Roll out, an' so casually
I'm poppin' up in cities randomly
London City or Birmingham, I just done 100 through Canterbury
No security, I could have a 20 in cash on me
Camden can't believe I'm lege, so they're in the house like they're Ali G

I roll out with no cash on me
Calm now with no mash on me
Stay away from these ashy youts
'Fore they come around and get ash on me
That's five thousand capacity
Five thousand capacity
Then spread that over the U.K. and then add it up and get back to me
You pussy hoes on the bad for me
Mad man, they go mad for me
Who the fuck, when they gassed you up
Like you're good enough to be clashin' me
Oh please, stop harrassin' me
Charge me up and put gas in me
Them likkle fish want to try ting
Oh man, the audacity

Oh man, the audacity
Oh man, the audacity
Oh, it's a catastrophe
I change the game drastically
Big Mike cut down Glastonbury (Big man)
Flashbacks form Glastonbury
Love it when it all comes back to me
Telling lies, not facts on me
I roll out with no splash on me
God's son, this is flesh on me
Stay away from these pagan youts
Cah many men, they wish death on me
When Banksy put the vest on me
Felt like God was testin' me
When Banksy put the vest on me
Felt like God was testin' me

STORMZY (5 lyrics)

Stormzy, whose real name is Michael Ebenazer Kwadjo Omari Owuo Jr, born July 26, 1993 in Croydon, is an important British artist in the world of grime and hip-hop. His most popular song so far is "Shut Up", which was first published in freestyle on YouTube.

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