Lyrics: Sammy Virji/Joseph Adenuga
Music: Sammy Virji/Joseph Adenuga
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 shotting, playing cops and robbers
Now whips, I'm copping 'em, champagne, poppin' 'em
Hands in the air like, who's got a problem?
She want to link up, no stress
She want to have fun, so she phoning 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
Looking for a place I can smoke my medicine
Talk about GMs and I came with ten of them
Don't insult my intelligence
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
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 shotting, playing cops and robbers
Now whips, I'm copping 'em, champagne, poppin' 'em
Hands in the air like, who's got a problem?
This one coming like a scary movie
This one for the OGs and the juvies
Who's that bringing the vibe? It's yours truly
And if you don't like me, then sue me
Cash me, 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 S, I don't sit around twiddling thumbs, Greaze
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
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 shotting, playing cops and robbers
Now whips, I'm copping 'em, champagne, poppin' 'em
Hands in the air like, who's got a problem?
Please don't put it past me
Make a girl bend over like half past three
She's a faithful girl, she never ever cheat
But she giving me a pass, I'm a rassclart G
Try to get the number if you wanna see
She didn't wanna chat to you, 'cuh you're nasty
We don't talk about the opps, they rubbed that G
Only man I'm preeing is the HMRC
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 (Isn't it?)