Do It Like Me Lyrics - Doin' It Again - Skepta

F*ck Skepta (x3) 

Let me hear you say f*ck Skepta 

F*ck Skepta (x4) 

He sold out 

I sold out, Yeah 

There weren't one ticket left not even a chair 

I should send you a postcard, I wish you were here 

I wish you could see, I wish you could hear 

I make 'em scream 

When I come true with the rest of the team 

I get it pop-in mainstream, still I'm the best in the scene 

So I can understand why everybody wants to do it like me 

No you don't do it like me 

Nah, no we ain't the same 

You're never gonna do it I'm doin' it again 

Boy Better Know, were moving too fast 

You better move into a different lane 

Oh what a shame 

They though I weren't gonna bust, then I came 

Took off the condom, made it rain 

Left my stain all over the game 

And these wanna be's wanna be me 

They disrespect me then they beg me for a Re-tweet 

Then we see them on the camera, walking, talking trynna do it like me 

No you don't do it like me 

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(Chorus) 

I know a lot of man that think they do it like me 

I know a lot of man that think they do it like me 

They really, really, really think they do it like me 

But no they don't do it like me 

(x2) 

You call it money, I call it a piece of paper 

You think I'm a human being, Nah man I'm a freak of nature 

Skepta I got the UK buzzing like a vibrator 

Now my paper's looking higher than a sky scraper 

Chipmunk told me don't watch no face 

I'll never leave home without my pencil case 

24/7 I stay with my eraser 

Put it up in the sky, nice and high, wave it side to side 

Screaming rub e'm out, rub e'm out 

Goodbye hater 

Cya wouldn't wanna be ya 

F*ck your mix tape I don't wanna feature 

Couldn't give a shit about your album either 

Photos 

I don't wanna hear you come out the speaker, No? 

You ain't been to a show until you been to my Show? 

If you're looking for some action man I'm G.I Joe 

I'm killing it that's why them man are switching 

They threw some dead punches, but I'm still alive and kicking 

There's too many cooks in the kitchen, bitchin' trynna do it like me 

No you don't do it like me 

(Chorus) 

Guess who's in the city, it's going off 

They know I got money, but I ain't showing off 

I drop it like it's hot 

F*ck how much doe it costs 

Were blowing up 

But you man are blowing off 

Blad, you're blowing out 

You told Logan you're Mix CD was finished 

But you're constipated, your sh*t ain't coming out 

Now know I got sick beats, and crazy vocals 

MC's don't wanna see me on the scene I take it old school like 

Nah rude boy, what d'ya mean, what d'ya mean, what d'ya mean you fool 

Go on then, go on then draw for the tool 

Think that you're hard but you're soft like wool 

I will lick a man in the jaw side with a stool 

I'm a real bad boy but I still look cool 

White gold chains and a' I start drool 

But they can't jack me becuz I'm not Ja rule 

Nah rude boy what d'ya mean, what d'ya mean 

I was born on September the 19th, don't care about February 14th 

Pay me for my 16th before I start acting like it's Friday the 13th 

With two black gloves and balaclava 

C S gas and a meat cleaver 

Pay me for my halfa 

Before I start chopping off heads like King Arthur 

People here are starting to hear you as the King of grime because you're the one person that has stuck by this genre of music, 

I'm the, I'm the guy that we love this music I love grime world. 

If there was a room, you get me, and a microphone and a PC lock me in there, 

I'm coming out with tunes, oh yeah maybe years old (?) 

But there ain't no-one else that does it like me 

(Chorus)