Cops & Robbers Songtext
von Sammy Virji & Skepta

DJ, play one for the badman
DJ, play one for the ladies
I 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'
She 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 the dreamer
And I′ll be more than you ever the dreamer
And I'll be more than you ever the dreamer
And I'll be more than you ever the dreamer

DJ, play one for the badman
DJ, play one for the ladies
I 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 the dreamer
And I'll be more than you ever the dreamer
And I′ll be more than you ever the dreamer
And I'll be more than you ever the dreamer

DJ, play one for the badman
DJ, play one for the ladies
I 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 the dreamer
And I′ll be more than you ever the dreamer
And I'll be more than you ever the dreamer
And I′ll be more than you ever the dreamer

Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn′t it?