You Know Me
Skepta"You Know Me" is a song by Skepta, released in 2012 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:38 long and contains 66 lines and 593 words.
Lyrics
0:00Track 11 - Skepta
0:09Chilling in the club minding my own business
0:11Me and my black mates and some white niggas
0:13All on my people in the streets like Mike Skinners
0:16But we're spraying champagne looking like winners
0:18Had a jamacian girl rubbing on my thigh
0:20I told her shes f**king with the greatest rapper alive
0:23Me She the gave highs man and said I was a popstar I said
0:25Eh you know me eh what di
0:26Eh you know me eh eh you know me
0:28Eh you know me eh eh you know me
0:29Eh you know me eh eh you know me
0:31Eh you know me eh what di
0:32I walk into the club like I work here
0:34I came fashionably late you were the first here
0:35They say that Pen & Teller are making my clothes now
0:37Cos my jacket might disappear if I put it down
0:39Niggers telling me they love it the way I put it down
0:42100% UK hit em with the pound
0:43Officer Leng down wanna see me in town
0:4521st century king sitting with the crown
0:4821st century king sitting on the throne
0:51She give me brain skeet skeet on the collar bone
0:53When I whisper in her ear I do it monotone
0:56I do it in 3D I do it on the phone
0:58I call her wam-bam she call me quick ting
1:01She dont even get to see the tattoos on my skin
1:03I pull it out pull it on then I pull it in
1:06I pull it out take it off pull it in the bin
1:08Chilling in the club minding my own business
1:11Me and my black mates and some white ni**a
1:13All on my people in the streets like Mikes Guiness
1:16But we're spraying champagne looking like winners
1:18Had a jamacian girl rubbing on my thigh
1:21I told her shes f**king with the greatest rapper alive
1:23She gave me the highs man and said I was a popstar I said
1:27Eh you know me eh what di
1:28Eh you know me eh eh you know me
1:31Coffee patron tastes so delicious
1:32I got no feeling in my face like Jone Rivers
1:34Devil in my cup praying for forgiveness
1:36But dont try this at home this aint for beginners
1:39Its a deja-vu ive seen it all before
1:41People on the chairs money on the floor
1:44B**ches on heat 20 on the door
1:46So I dont know what these niggas are watching me for
1:49AHH it must be the chain its a mad one
1:52Everybody runs till we had our gun
1:54Said he ready to go she wants me to cum
1:57But ive already beat give the drummer some
1:59Pull out the stick Rumpapapum
2:01Now shes blowing on the pipe like its bubble gum
2:04I got a badda b**ch that ive got my eyes on
2:07But the party aint done until they turn the lights on
2:09Chilling in the club minding my own business
2:12Me and my black mates and some white niggas
2:14All on my people in the streets like Mikes Guiness
2:17But we're spraying champagne looking like winners
2:19Had a jamacian girl rubbing on my thigh
2:22I told her shes f**king with the greatest rapper alive
2:24She gave me the highs man and said I was a popstar I said
2:27Eh you know me eh what di
2:29Eh you know me eh eh you know me
2:32Eh you know me eh eh you know me
2:35Eh you know me eh eh you know me
2:38Eh you know me eh what di
Track 11 - Skepta Chilling in the club minding my own business Me and my black mates and some white niggas All on my people in the streets like Mike Skinners But we're spraying champagne looking like winners Had a jamacian girl rubbing on my thigh I told her shes f**king with the greatest rapper alive Me She the gave highs man and said I was a popstar I said Eh you know me eh what di Eh you know me eh eh you know me Eh you know me eh eh you know me Eh you know me eh eh you know me Eh you know me eh what di I walk into the club like I work here I came fashionably late you were the first here They say that Pen & Teller are making my clothes now Cos my jacket might disappear if I put it down Niggers telling me they love it the way I put it down 100% UK hit em with the pound Officer Leng down wanna see me in town 21st century king sitting with the crown 21st century king sitting on the throne She give me brain skeet skeet on the collar bone When I whisper in her ear I do it monotone I do it in 3D I do it on the phone I call her wam-bam she call me quick ting She dont even get to see the tattoos on my skin I pull it out pull it on then I pull it in I pull it out take it off pull it in the bin Chilling in the club minding my own business Me and my black mates and some white ni**a All on my people in the streets like Mikes Guiness But we're spraying champagne looking like winners Had a jamacian girl rubbing on my thigh I told her shes f**king with the greatest rapper alive She gave me the highs man and said I was a popstar I said Eh you know me eh what di Eh you know me eh eh you know me Coffee patron tastes so delicious I got no feeling in my face like Jone Rivers Devil in my cup praying for forgiveness But dont try this at home this aint for beginners Its a deja-vu ive seen it all before People on the chairs money on the floor B**ches on heat 20 on the door So I dont know what these niggas are watching me for AHH it must be the chain its a mad one Everybody runs till we had our gun Said he ready to go she wants me to cum But ive already beat give the drummer some Pull out the stick Rumpapapum Now shes blowing on the pipe like its bubble gum I got a badda b**ch that ive got my eyes on But the party aint done until they turn the lights on Chilling in the club minding my own business Me and my black mates and some white niggas All on my people in the streets like Mikes Guiness But we're spraying champagne looking like winners Had a jamacian girl rubbing on my thigh I told her shes f**king with the greatest rapper alive She gave me the highs man and said I was a popstar I said Eh you know me eh what di Eh you know me eh eh you know me Eh you know me eh eh you know me Eh you know me eh eh you know me Eh you know me eh what di
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