Punch His Face Skepta

[Intro]
Eh
Boy better know, yeah
Eh, Skepta


[Verse 1: Skepta]
I’m looking for my Beyoncé
But I’m not Jigga
I’m looking for my Amber Rose
But I’m not Wiz Khalifa
Hair cut like Kanye
Covered in tattoos like Tyga
My shoes, my belt, and my clothes, everything designer

[Pre-Chorus 1: Skepta]
I don’t need security
I don’t fear nobody
You be thinkin' that you're gangsta
But then you can't stumble me
I came to drink Champagne
I came to spend money
Instead of lookin' girls, you keep on watchin’ me


[Chorus: Skepta]
Oh boy wetin dey happen for this place?
I should punch his face
Idiot
Disgrace
Idiot
So boy wetin dey happen for this placе?
I should punch his face
Idiot
Disgrace
Idiot
Disgrace