Back In The Day Me And You Baby Lyrics


Back In The Day Me And You Baby Lyrics By R.S. (Roll Safe). 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.

Back In The Day Me And You Baby Lyrics

Let’s get ready to rumble!Ayy, I waited for this sound a long time, I’m here, mum I made itAyy, ayy, ayy, listen, ayyLet’s get ’em, cuzAyy, okay, hold tight GigglerYou see, I’m gonna spit some barsListenGet ’em, famListenShow ’em what you got, famListen, ohRemember the S’sOh, S’s, haha, cheekyOkay, I’m like listen, listen, listenJust wait for the drop, just listenYou ready Charlie?I’m ready fam, let me, let me hear itOkay, yo, I’m like, uh

I’m like listen, I don’t think you’re listeningI got this ‘ting on my wrist and it’s glisteningCasio? What, you wanna war me?I will leave your mandem bl^^dy like raw meatYour girl’s the Bizzle, but I still will give her that powI will bring your arms out to your mum’s houseYou wanna war me? Come on mate, come on mateYour girl, she’s sitting on my- come on mateYou wanna fight me? Come on mateLook, last night in the hotel roomShe was like, “R.S, come on me”No, you’re a teaserYou’ll get slapped up, like I’m pleaserLook, I like Nigerian foodBut I’m not a fan of gizzard, yo’Holla at Raz and ShaganI’m like you man, let’s hit the casinoSkrrr skrrr, two-twos nowGo down booth with your girl get JunoWhat? Message from TimboWhatsApp from MitchI’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 slylyOkay, I’m gonna go off the dome, yoListen, let’s go, okay, listenYo, I’m like—

Back in the day, me and you babyWe used to have funUntil you delivered that babyLook, that’s not my sonBelieve me, anybody can’t tell me that that is my sonWhy—

OkayLet me hear what you got, fam, sing to me manThis one goes out to the girl who I l–I like you but you know who you are, lookListen, listen, yo, I don’t think you’re listening

Chantelle, I loved youBut you cheated with Jonathan from church (Perfect)I’m gonna run up, and spray himAnd leave him in the churchNow all you people cussing me, s^^k youI’m here on Charlie in the Booth (Perfect)All you people cussing me, s^^k your mumElephant and Castle, where I grew upDon’t try take me for a muckThat was perfect (You win)I won (Perfect)Hold tight Adele, your new track is not badBut 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 houseAnd bang you in your forehead (You can’t lie to Adele)That one’s for Chantelle, I loved youYou’re a J bag on MondaysYou’re a s^^t (Haha), on TuesdaysStop calling me on FridaysI’m a big man but I’m not thirtyHold tight Stormzy, you wanna get merky (Hey)Your breath stinks, just shut upYour 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 troubleI’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 inBut there’s a new boss in townDrop some bars now, drop some barsI get, f–, right now, it’s a bit, I’m a bit emotional right nowYeah, that’s the best timeI’m a bit emotional right nowGet the, get the barsYou man, you want bars now?Yeah, yeah, get them right now, right nowOkay, he wants some barsThat’s singingThis a new ting, I’m gonna do a Drake tingOh, oh, alright, yeah, yeah, I get you, sorry, sorryShush, keep quiet, yo, yo

On my Hotline Bling, I’m kind of waveyBMT, you don’t know meHold tight Auntie Gbemi, I got the soup warming in my bellyHold tight Timbo, hold tight MitchI’m in the car, I got the glitchI’m gonna go back—

Aye, it’s a bit emotional right nowAy, 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 minuteYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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