Cops and Robbers

[Intro] (And I'll be more than you ever could dream of) (And I'll be more than you ever could dream of) (And I'll be more than you ever could dream of) (And I'll be more than you ever could dream of) [Chorus: Skepta] DJ, play one for the badman DJ, play one for the ladies Said, "Go on then," and the crowd go crazy I'm on the wave, who's tryna get wavy? A little bad boy from Tottenham Dots, I was shottin', playin' cops and robbers Now, whips I'm coppin' and champagne poppin' 'em Hands in the air like who's got a problem? [Verse 1: Skepta] She wanna link up, no stress She wanna have fun, so she phonin' Skep Said she need a weekend that she won't forget But I'm tryna wake up with no regrets Walk in the room, style and elegance Lookin' for a place I can smoke my medicine Talk about GMs and I came with ten of 'em Don't insult my intelligence [Pre-Chorus] And I'll be more than you ever could dream of And I'll be more than you ever could dream of And I'll be more than you ever could dream of And I'll be more than you ever could dream of [Chorus: Skepta] DJ, play one for the badman DJ, play one for the ladies Said, "Go on then," and the crowd go crazy I'm on the wave, who's tryna get wavy? A little bad boy from Tottenham Dots, I was shottin', playin' cops and robbers Now, whips I'm coppin' and champagne poppin' 'em Hands in the air like who's got a problem? [Verse 2: Skepta] This one comin' like a scary movie This one for the OGs and the juvies Who's that bringin' the vibe? It's yours truly And if you don't like me, then sue me Clash me, it ain't wise, okay I don't know what they told you, but I ain't the one and I'm still in my prime, okay As I don't sit around twiddlin' thumbs, greaze [Pre-Chorus] And I'll be more than you ever could dream of And I'll be more than you ever could dream of And I'll be more than you ever could dream of And I'll be more than you ever could dream of [Chorus: Skepta] DJ, play one for the badman DJ, play one for the ladies Said, "Go on then," and the crowd go crazy I'm on the wave, who's tryna get wavy? A little bad boy from Tottenham Dots, I was shottin', playin' cops and robbers Now, whips I'm coppin' and champagne poppin' 'em Hands in the air like who's got a problem? [Verse 3: Skepta] Please don't put it past me Make a gyal bend over like half-past three She's a faithful girl, she never ever cheat But she givin' me a pass, I'm a raasclaat G Try get the number if you wan' see She don't wanna chat to ya cah you're nasty We don't talk about the opps, they rob that G Only man I'm preein' is the HMRC [Outro] And I'll be more than you ever could dream of And I'll be more than you ever could dream of And I'll be more than you ever could dream of And I'll be more than you ever could dream of