More songs by Sammy Virji
Description
Recording Engineer, Producer, Drumprogrammer, Composer Lyricist: Sammy Virji
Vocal Producer, Recording Engineer: Laconic
Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Kevin Grainger
Vocalist: Unknown T
Composer Lyricist: Daniel Goudie
Lyrics and translation
Original
Bend ya back and then, back and then, back and then dig it, dig it.
Dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it. Listen!
Bend ya back and then, back and then, all the gyal say dig it, dig it. Dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it.
Listen, this, this festival season's lit, got gyalie on me and Sammy Virji.
Dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it. Listen, Unknown T and Sammy Virji, wagwan my G.
It's 2-0-25, play UKG and the vibe will dey make it be like. . .
Listen, there's no luck on the back roads, we call this road roulette.
Dodge different obstacles, but the fans still don't know my story yet.
Still, still slap up opps same way man shell off a set, grr, uh.
Shoot say gang know that this ain't a game, but we call this road roulette. Listen, there's no luck on the back roads, we call this road roulette.
Dodge different obstacles, but the fans still don't know my story yet.
Still, still slap up opps same way man shell off a set, grr, uh.
Shoot say gang know that this ain't a game, but we call this road roulette.
All the young boys gassed 'cause we done it, babe. Tell 'em don't imitate.
Life so sweet 'cause man still shut down shows with my bulldog safe.
All the young G's pebbling up and leveling up while we levitate.
Fly out Spain 'cause the sun looks good when I step out with my dey-dey.
Wait, how my main ting billing me off all day like, "Babes, I'm out with my mates.
" I was in bars all linking plus, but she thinks that I'm sneaking around on dates. My team done too much road now, raps that the fans can relate.
Listen, this year festival season's lit, now bring all the Guinness trays.
Bend ya back and then, back and then, back and then dig it, dig it.
Dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it. Listen!
Bend ya back and then, back and then, all the gyal say dig it, dig it. Dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it.
Listen, this, this festival season's lit, got gyalie on me and Sammy Virji.
Dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it. Listen, Unknown T and Sammy Virji, wagwan my G.
2-0-25, play UKG and the vibe will dey make it be like. . . No love now we going separate ways, slap on waist.
Free all the bros in the jailhouse counting the days, tuh.
Went from a ticket shark to me on a ticket shelling the stage.
Back then was summarizing biatches, now Sammy Virji and gyal in the rave. You wagwan, babe.
Listen, boy dem tryina stop our fame.
Every year man boot that smoke on stage, now look how this rocket head gets blazed. Bad man done road so I know how to cock them shades. Listen, went from
UK to New York, so catch me in JFK. I'm flying away, ugh.
Listen, there's no luck on the back roads, we call this road roulette.
Dodge different obstacles, but the fans still don't know my story yet.
Still, still slap up opps same way man shell off a set, grr, uh.
Shoot say gang know that this ain't a game, but we call this road roulette.
Listen, there's no luck on the back roads, we call this road roulette. Dodge different obstacles, but the fans still don't know my story yet.
Still, still slap up opps same way man shell off a set, grr, uh.
Shoot say gang know that this ain't a game, but we call this road roulette.
Bend ya back and then, back and then, back and then dig it, dig it.
Dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it. Listen! Bend ya back and then, back and then, all the gyal say dig it, dig it.
Dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it.
English translation
Bend ya back and then, back and then, back and then dig it, dig it.
Dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it. Listen!
Bend ya back and then, back and then, all the gyal say dig it, dig it. Dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it.
Listen, this, this festival season's lit, got gyalie on me and Sammy Virji.
Dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it. Listen, Unknown T and Sammy Virji, wagwan my G.
It's 2-0-25, play UKG and the vibe will dey make it be like. . .
Listen, there's no luck on the back roads, we call this road roulette.
Dodge different obstacles, but the fans still don't know my story yet.
Still, still slap up opps same way man shell off a set, grr, uh.
Shoot say gang know that this ain't a game, but we call this road roulette. Listen, there's no luck on the back roads, we call this road roulette.
Dodge different obstacles, but the fans still don't know my story yet.
Still, still slap up opps same way man shell off a set, grr, uh.
Shoot say gang know that this ain't a game, but we call this road roulette.
All the young boys gassed 'cause we done it, babe. Tell 'em don't imitate.
Life so sweet 'cause man still shut down shows with my bulldog safe.
All the young G's pebbling up and leveling up while we levitate.
Fly out Spain 'cause the sun looks good when I step out with my dey-dey.
Wait, how my main ting billing me off all day like, "Babes, I'm out with my mates.
" I was in bars all linking plus, but she thinks that I'm sneaking around on dates. My team done too much road now, raps that the fans can relate.
Listen, this year festival season's lit, now bring all the Guinness trays.
Bend ya back and then, back and then, back and then dig it, dig it.
Dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it. Listen!
Bend ya back and then, back and then, all the gyal say dig it, dig it. Dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it.
Listen, this, this festival season's lit, got gyalie on me and Sammy Virji.
Dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it. Listen, Unknown T and Sammy Virji, wagwan my G.
2-0-25, play UKG and the vibe will dey make it be like. . . No love now we going separate ways, slap on waist.
Free all the bros in the jailhouse counting the days, tuh.
Went from a ticket shark to me on a ticket shelling the stage.
Back then was summarizing biatches, now Sammy Virji and gyal in the rave. You wagwan, babe.
Listen, boy dem tryina stop our fame.
Every year man boot that smoke on stage, now look how this rocket head gets blazed. Bad man done road so I know how to cock them shades. Listen, went from
UK to New York, so catch me in JFK. I'm flying away, ugh.
Listen, there's no luck on the back roads, we call this road roulette.
Dodge different obstacles, but the fans still don't know my story yet.
Still, still slap up opps same way man shell off a set, grr, uh.
Shoot say gang know that this ain't a game, but we call this road roulette.
Listen, there's no luck on the back roads, we call this road roulette. Dodge different obstacles, but the fans still don't know my story yet.
Still, still slap up opps same way man shell off a set, grr, uh.
Shoot say gang know that this ain't a game, but we call this road roulette.
Bend ya back and then, back and then, back and then dig it, dig it.
Dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it. Listen! Bend ya back and then, back and then, all the gyal say dig it, dig it.
Dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it.