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Round Here (feat. Skrapz)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Skrapz
Skrapz
Vocals
WSTRN
WSTRN
Performer
Louis-Rae Beadle
Louis-Rae Beadle
Vocals
Ras Haile Alexander
Ras Haile Alexander
Vocals
ANGEL
ANGEL
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Skrapz
Skrapz
Songwriter
Louis-Rae Beadle
Louis-Rae Beadle
Songwriter
Ras Haile Alexander
Ras Haile Alexander
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Parallel
Parallel
Engineer
Naweed
Naweed
Mastering Engineer
PRGRSHN
PRGRSHN
Mixing Engineer
ANGEL
ANGEL
Producer

Lyrics

Nah, me never bad for me bad But know what happens when you raised in North West, rude boy WSTRN season Nah, we don't need a reason That's just the rules, how it goes 'round here 'Round here Uh, yeah Motherfuckers call me LB, remember the name From long time I'm offside, been ahead of the game Handling stitch, blow the whistle with sweat in no lane Ask A how I level my aim I'm too official for these little niggas begging for fame I never come up off a press plate, I come up off pressing cocaine Paper towel when its out dry Up, never downsize 'Round here, niggas go in and buy it outright I'm 'bout mines, they know mines about in all the junctions Still Ashlin, couple nobodies but we don't trust them Fuck them Used to keep a burner by the dustbin The one who put the fun and the gun in all the function What's up, then? Everytime I come around, you always make assumptions I'm just tryna build a lickkle, wollan, get jumpin' Free my hittas in the can but that's just something That happens 'round here ('Round here) Nah, me never bad for me bad But know what happens when you raised in the West, rude boy Know it's love, action them na want 'Round here, man you better watch yourself, rude boy oh Middle fingers if you ain't my drilla, oh If I'm eatin', know you havin' dinner too That's just the rules, how it goes 'round here 'Round here Yo, I grew up in the flats, never lived in a house I always knew that I was born to be a star, never had any doubts When I was young, I used to move reckless Real separate to the golden child That my mums probably would have expected I ain't golden, but my Rolex is Still in the trap like there's no exits I hit the roads without no breakfast Hit the stop, take the yayo out the pack Then I slap that in the Pyrex dish I've been in this, I never had a privilege And anything you hear me rap about, I'm really living it Tomorrow isn't promised, I can go at any minute That's why I pack the spinner, innit And if you see me in a mask and somebody got smoked Then I never did it That's why I came through in the mask, innit I live my life without no limits I buss my gun 'til the clip finish Leave your face without no image Nah, me never bad for me bad But know what happens when you raised in North West, rude boy Know it's love, action them na want 'Round here, man you better watch yourself, rude boy oh Middle fingers if you ain't my drilla, oh If I'm eatin', know you havin' dinner too That's just the rules, how it goes 'round here 'Round here Nah, me never bad for me bad But know what happens when you raised in the West, rude boy Know it's love, action them na want 'Round here, man you better watch yourself, rude boy, oh Middle fingers if you ain't my drilla, oh If I'm eatin', know you havin' dinner too That's just the rules, how it goes 'round here 'Round here
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