เพลง Mercedes Riddim

Mercedes Riddim - Professor Green/Dutch

Lyricist：Stephen Manderson/Sadiki Forbes/Stephan Allen

Composer：Stephen Manderson/Sadiki Forbes/Stephan Allen

My skin colour ain't nothing to make light of

We're all the same colour when you turn the light off

If you don't wanna hear this then turn the mic off

I drive women crazy I left your b**ch a write-off

Only if the head's right

I forget her name you know what it gets like

Like my whiskey sour with no egg white

Rolling up a big spliff sipping on a Red Stripe

My bread's sweet I got that hard dough

Making it look easier you make it look harder

If I'm ordering food I ain't calling up Ocado

Might fling it in an Uber but I got a couple car though

AMG GT S it up and down the road you might see me wet it

Your lines like coke that I keep re-pressing

My rhymes like coke that I keep repressing

Where's the Merc I thought you were mashing work

Ping ping I thought you were clapping thing

Where's the cash I thought you was in the trap

And what's with all the front 'cause ain't nobody got your back

Look the place I'm from ain't nothing to make light off

Ride around and turn your lights off

Aww you wanna play

Cutting through the city big body Benz

Talking to Pro Green about cuttin' ends

Every time they see us in the streets they're like there they go

Got my bro looking out the window like that's one of them

What's with all the gossip what's with all the chat

If we pull up to the front they're running out the back

You know that I'm getting money you know that's a fact

With my tools on you know how the goons are

Spray spray we about to take the roof off

Then I shoot off in a new car

It's easy you're making it look too hard

Slow down you're taking this sh*t too far

Where's the Merc I thought you were mashing work

Ping ping I thought you were clapping thing

Where's the cash I thought you was in the trap

And what's with all the front 'cause ain't nobody got your back

Got your back got your back

Ain't nobody got your back

Ain't nobody got your back

Got your back got your back

Ain't nobody got your back

So what's with all the front

I got that hard sh*t download it and bang it in your car sh*t

Give me the spliff yeah I'm past it

Crack shy but I'm plastered I ain't a

But everywhere I go I get my arse kicked

See a fan give them a hug though

Don't give a f**k though 'less I wanna f**k though

Give you a quick spud tell you it's all love bro

I couldn't give a f**k if you got hit by a bus though

I buy in bulk Costco

Umbro I will soccer if she cost though

Love No Me I just run through it

Everything is custom I'm accustomed to it

Work

Where's the Merc I thought you were mashing work

Ping ping I thought you were clapping thing

Where's the cash I thought you was in the trap

And what's with all the front 'cause ain't nobody got your back

Got your back got your back

Ain't nobody got your back

Ain't nobody got your back

Got your back got your back

Ain't nobody got your back

So what's with all the front