Saint P - Side By Side (YGG Remix) lyrics

[Intro: PK] And it's the, and it's the Bad Ombré [Verse 1: PK] Ayo, I'll k** 'em with the yosho flow And if an MC come against me, he'll get smoked Don't be fooled cause I laugh and joke Cause you're 'bout to end up left on the road Yeah, man ah fly down, come to your postcode With the mandem, man better know their role Best do as you're told, slew on the mic Don't wanna end up in a nasty fight Cuh you know say the mandem scratch and bite Yeah, I'm a little guy and I'm down to ride See me on a cold night on the frontline I'm up to no good, you know I'm not shook Dem man are sweet like Rubicon Light Dem man are wet, I know they can't swim So I don't know why you would book that flight To Ibiza, still gonna see grey skies Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay caramba Who's that gyal there with the big bumper? More time, me and the mandem wander Me, I set pace cause I ain't no fronter Ay, ay caramba Who's that gyal there with the big bumper? More time, me and the mandem wander Me, I set pace cause I ain't no fronter [Verse 2: Saint P] I'll send man out the right side of the four door They don't call me Saint for the sake of it Spray a new bar and it's super, man are wondering how I created it, but this sh**'s just basic, fam I could do this feet up, hot choc, Sunday morning I ain't gotta stunt, mate, keep up Never at home, mummy knows why her son ain't snoring Tryna get more in Couldn't really hear what you're doing up in them sides Heard you've been trapping, yeah, I heard you've got a dead line Never reach deadlines, feeling all stressed, right? Your girl getting pressed out by a next guy Mental, don't blame me, blame the system Cook my spliff and I bill hits in the kitchen You only go as far as the man that you sit with And that's why I don't want a seat at your table I was like hold on, man tried tell me don't chat about gyal I said fam's tryna chat about man I don't know why man chat about man That's why I can't ever chat around man It's like man wanna chat like girls Acting female, bare gossip and that I said fam, don't chat about man Now dem man wanna chat about man [Verse 3: Lyrical Strally] You don't wanna see Strally in the night In fact, you can't see Strally Cuh I'm too dark Can't tell me and my shadow apart Try see me give you shadow boxing And my bros, slap yourself, you don't want arms Thought he was smooth like custard Head got left with the lump You don't wanna f** with LSP Give me space, you're a sweet boy I'll get a cinnamon bun But I ain't talking cake These MCs are fishy They have fins and talk to the jakes Jump on mic and talk about gun Malex Miyagi on the mic You can't call me a younger When you're Daniel-son Lyrical gaffer, straight out of the dug-out Control your girl, she got dug out Bars? YGG can't run out We bring the KOFF-E, get that mug out Lyrical gaffer, straight out of the dug-out Control your girl, she got dug out Bars? YGG can't run out We bring the KOFF-E, get that mug out [Outro] And it's the, and it's the Bad Ombré