Back In The Day Me And You Baby We Used To Have Fun Lyrics By R.S. (Roll Safe). Back in the day, me and you baby We used to have fun Until you delivered that baby.
Back In The Day Me And You Baby We Used To Have Fun Lyrics
Let’s get ready to rumble!
Ayy, I waited for this sound a long time, I’m here, mum I made it
Ayy, ayy, ayy, listen, ayy
Let’s get ’em, cuz
Ayy, okay, hold tight Giggler
You see, I’m gonna spit some bars
Listen
Get ’em, fam
Listen
Show ’em what you got, fam
Listen, oh
Remember the S’s
Oh, S’s, haha, cheeky
Okay, I’m like listen, listen, listen
Just wait for the drop, just listen
You ready Charlie?
I’m ready fam, let me, let me hear it
Okay, yo, I’m like, uh
I’m like listen, I don’t think you’re listening
I got this ‘ting on my wrist and it’s glistening
Casio? What, you wanna war me?
I will leave your mandem bloody like raw meat
Your girl’s the Bizzle, but I still will give her that pow
I will bring your arms out to your mum’s house
You wanna war me? Come on mate, come on mate
Your girl, she’s sitting on my- come on mate
You wanna fight me? Come on mate
Look, last night in the hotel room
She was like, “R.S, come on me”
No, you’re a teaser
You’ll get slapped up, like I’m pleaser
Look, I like Nigerian food
But I’m not a fan of gizzard, yo’
Holla at Raz and Shagan
I’m like you man, let’s hit the casino
Skrrr skrrr, two-twos now
Go down booth with your girl get Juno
What? Message from Timbo
WhatsApp from Mitch
I’m like, “What’s going on?”
They’re telling me L.J’s ’round my bi^^h, rah!
Ayy, you tryna hit me with the funkiness, yeah?
Nah, I think, I think you can work to this one, with them bars you was droppin’ there, it could work slyly
Okay, I’m gonna go off the dome, yo
Listen, let’s go, okay, listen
Yo, I’m like—
Back in the day, me and you baby
We used to have fun
Until you delivered that baby
Look, that’s not my son
Believe me, anybody can’t tell me that that is my son
Why—
Okay
Let me hear what you got, fam, sing to me man
This one goes out to the girl who I l–
I like you but you know who you are, look
Listen, listen, yo, I don’t think you’re listening
Chantelle, I loved you
But you cheated with Jonathan from church (Perfect)
I’m gonna run up, and spray him
And leave him in the church
Now all you people cussing me, s^^k you
I’m here on Charlie in the Booth (Perfect)
All you people cussing me, s^^k your mum
Elephant and Castle, where I grew up
Don’t try take me for a muck
That was perfect (You win)
I won (Perfect)
Hold tight Adele, your new track is not bad
But I don’t really know what your name is (It’s Adele, it’s Adele)
Listen, yo, if you wanna rock me, I’ll bring my arms out to your mum’s house
And bang you in your forehead (You can’t lie to Adele)
That one’s for Chantelle, I loved you
You’re a J bag on Mondays
You’re a s^^t (Haha), on Tuesdays
Stop calling me on Fridays
I’m a big man but I’m not thirty
Hold tight Stormzy, you wanna get merky (Hey)
Your breath stinks, just shut up
Your breath stinks, just shut up (You saying that to Stormzy?)
I’m not at-ing you Stormzy, Charlie’s trying to cause trouble (Haha)
He’s a prick, he’s trying to cause trouble
I’m gonna burst his bubble (Haha)
I’m gonna take his hat (Hahaha, Perfect)
He’s not getting that hat (Hahaha)
That snapback’s gone outside the building
‘Round my hometown (Ayy)
‘Round my hometown
Hold tight Krept & Konan for this one, they jumped in this one, still, and they went in
But there’s a new boss in town
Drop some bars now, drop some bars
I get, f–, right now, it’s a bit, I’m a bit emotional right now
Yeah, that’s the best time
I’m a bit emotional right now
Get the, get the bars
You man, you want bars now?
Yeah, yeah, get them right now, right now
Okay, he wants some bars
That’s singing
This a new ting, I’m gonna do a Drake ting
Oh, oh, alright, yeah, yeah, I get you, sorry, sorry
Shush, keep quiet, yo, yo
On my Hotline Bling, I’m kind of wavey
BMT, you don’t know me
Hold tight Auntie Gbemi, I got the soup warming in my belly
Hold tight Timbo, hold tight Mitch
I’m in the car, I got the glitch
I’m gonna go back—
Aye, it’s a bit emotional right now
Ay, you’re goin’ in fam
(Screams) Listen, listen, Charlie, stop that, let me talk to you for a minute, let me talk to you for a minute
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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