Section Boyz – #Worst (feat. Skepta) [Live] Lyrics

#Worst [Live] Lyrics By Section Boyz

#Worst [Live] Lyrics

  • Artist Section Boyz
  • Featured Skepta
  • Title #Worst [Live]
  • Album Live from London

Fuck what you heard
Fuck what you heard (Three, G T)
Fuck what you heard (What are you talking about)
Fuck what you heard (Uh-huh)
Yeah
Fuck what you heard
Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Diss me, that's a curse
Late night on a purge
Four man in a Merc
Door slam and then burst
Fuck what you heard
My g's are the worst
Fuck what you heard
My g's are the worst
Diss me, that's a curse
Late night on a purge
Four man in a Merc
Door slam and then burst
Fuck what you heard
I been up with the bits
Trapboy can't go broke
I'm hungry for a fix
Manna' back in effect
Money, power, respect
Try man for a brick
Hit the rave then I flex
Fuck the word on the curb
I've been up in the game
Put a hole in a shirt
Man gettin' lit like a flame
On the strip, fuck a search
Grab a tool, put in work
Get up pop it and twerk
Still with gang on the lane
Doing road skrr'
Doing road skrr'
See your ho, I swerve
Tell 'em fuck what they heard
Do a show on your turf
Stepped in for the search
Man bagged with that bird
Six braps and then brr-brr
Man's road, man's curb
They clean man's dirt
Girly givin' man
Out 'ere looking skrr'
Trackie under
If I touch her, she gon' squirt
When I lose, I come first
Try diss me, that's a curse
Purple, smokin'
The Potion
Hit the road automatic
Tools up bare commotion
Ting, loaded
Catch us slugging, get folded
Bread, get Hovis
Suck it up and just hold it
Dem man are informers
Dem man are some talkers
Over here we keep quiet
I ain't heard or saw shit
About business, man important
Phone ringing, they calling
Whipping up put the fork in
Till the dough reach enormous
Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Diss me, that's a curse
Late night on a purge
Four man in a Merc
Door slam and then burst
Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Diss me, that's a curse
Late night on a purge
Four man in a Merc
Door slam and then burst
Gimme lick of this, gimme lick of that
And the warlord come with the warlord chat
Got get 'pon belly, got gyal 'pon back
Come to murder this rhythm and war 'pon that
Gyal turn on people and try come back
Nah, look yute, man it don't work like that
Man, fuck what you heard, man it work like that
Ay-yo, my gyal, look on the curb 'pon that
I know you heard about us on the curb
If I said that I got bro then thats my word
Wrist work, flexin' till it hurts
With the driver, whizzin' and skrr'
Take a next step, put it in thirds
Call up, call up, in the corner, coner, they can hold no search
Top boy, I'm cooler
When you see the name, gotta big it up first
Ain't got one, can't lift man skrr'
Baby birth then, am lift off skirt
I see your girl chillin' mans merc'
Section season, fuck what you heard
There's something that I think you should know
I been on the edge, man, I beg you please don't push me bro
See I refused to pay attention to you pussyholes
You Benihanas, you get chopped up like some sushi rolls
I told 'em a million times
Us man are in control
Teresa know Britain is mine
On the front page covered in gold
I tried to show man wah gwarn
See my man rubbing his nose
Now, man have got life on track them
Man are still out there troubling hoes, oh, no
Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Diss me, that's a curse
Late night on a purge
Four man in a Merc
Door slam and then burst
Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Diss me, that's a curse
Late night on a purge
Four man in a Merc
Door slam and then burst
Yeah
Make some noise for Sections
Wow, yo
Thank you very fucking much
Every last person in this building right now
This is man's ends
This is my ends
When I was young, I used to come here
And I escaped
I used to come and back and the day, feed the ducks
Come and back and the day, and rolled down the hill
Until that fuckin' stop
But today we're here and sold out
Straight off the iPhones, shots out at Steve Jobs
Rest in peace
Straight up the Mac
I appreciate every last one of you
In this building right now

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