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Mel Made Me Do It Lyrics - Stormzy

Mel Made Me Do It Lyrics - Stormzy is a latest trending English song. Song of Mel Made Me Do It lyrics started by the line in English pronunciation is I'm not going economy no way. This song released on the date of 23th September, 2022. Song of Mel Made Me Do It lyrics sung by Stormzy. This song written by Stormzy, Alan Lomax and Knox Brown. Song of Mel Made Me Do It lyrics got more than 2 million visitor in YouTube after released this song between only a day. This song music composition by Knox Brown.


Mel Made Me Do It song got a music label which name is Stormzy. This song sung in the language of English. Mel Made Me Do It song first published on the YouTube in the channel of Stormzy. This song background vocalist done by Background Vocals Knox Brown, Stylo G and Jermaine Agyako. So, let's know the song of Mel Made Me Do It lyrics and also play the music video in below. You can also know Stormzy all song lyrics.









































Mel Made Me Do It Song Information
Song NameMel Made Me Do It
SingerStormzy
SongwriterStormzy, Alan Lomax and Knox Brown
LanguageEnglish
MusicKnox Brown
Released DateSeptember 23, 2022
Background VocalsKnox Brown, Stylo G and Jermaine Agyako
LabelStormzy

Mel Made Me Do It Lyrics - Stormzy


I'm not going economy no way
Jheeze ay hahahahaha
Ay mummy
I'm claiming it man


Claim it Amen
I'm claiming it
Claim it haha
I said I'm not going econ


On uhm economy
Yeah right why
Stormzy is my son
Brap brap


I've been the goat for so long
I guess it's not exciting when I win
Boohoo someone grab the violins
Every time I try a ting top bins like Haile when he sings


So of course they don't like me I'm the king
Aight tell me why oh why would I reply to him?
I leave him hanging like Kyrie on the rim hm
Where do I begin? I wear the 5990 in the gym
I got a thing for shiny little things


What can I say? I'm like a young black Biden with a trim Woo
Presidential when I'm ridin' in the Bimz
Taking pictures with my cameraman I'm shining in my skin
For eight-figures I'm Aubameyang I go and sign the ting


Aight I never wonder about who I could've been 'cah I'm here
Rose Gold frosted or ceramic
Told bro spin it so he span it
We are not the same big Mike's from a whole different


Top bins what a set piece fling it in the net
Could've Jet Li kick him 'till he bled
And I'm rent-free living in their head
What's that quote? Ooh kill them with success


Talking smoke please give it all a
Still dripping in finesse God damn!
Man I got figures and flows I'm a different kind of F
Got a Lambo and a Rolls that's a different kind of cheque


And I said I was the G.O.A.T they didn't listen when I— ay
Any time I do a big fletch just ignore me
Niggas wanna hear my side of the story
Niggas wanna hear a nigga chat like it's Maury


Fuck that you niggas better bask in my glory
They call me to slide through the store 'cah I'm so patterned
To be fair we don't go Hatton
We don't tell lies


I think the kids call it no capping
The boys rough but the flows satin
I J Hus'tle and I'm MoStack'ing
They wanna' catch me on the roads lacking


You better pray that it don't happen Niggas
And I don't sell drugs still I'm dope rappin'
Have your whole pattern Stiff Chocolate with the book
To be fair I don't feel Twitter


Getting told I'm not a real spitter
By some broke-arse bill splitter
Listen nigga you got bigger fish to fry like
If I ever see your girlfriend in Dubai oh Lord


Party on the boat she's onboard and the Birkin is a bag
You can't afford and she'd like one
Do the maths you ain't the right one
It's alright son we'll send her back before the nights done


I wrote one light one eight-out-of-ten
She's my aight one think of a hit then I write one
On when I sight one
This my this my Ghanaian flow it's a tight one Uh-huh


If she pretty then I put her on a flight
I put her on a jet if her pussy wait—
Look my nephews are listening my chef should be Michelin
There's guests in my kitchen and my left wrist is glistening


And my tunes getting played from a set to a christening
They're pissed on the net 'cause I said I ain't listening
Ugh real niggas know it's all positioning
Real niggas know I'm not the victim


Alright I am I'll take the L they hype the 'gram
They tell their jokes to spite the man
I feed my folks they bite my hand
I do the most I'll fly to Cannes to watch a film then bye alright


Headline Reading and Leeds like it's easy
Funny when they talk about the game 'cah it needs me
Niggas wanna hear a nigga spill it all to Zeze
Fuck that you niggas didn't know that I'm greazy


It's easy man talk shit until they see me
Believe me all you niggas give me Heebie jeebies
Word to Lauryn I will die on this Hill
You little nigga's two figures shy on my deal


Someone slide me the bill Okay I got it
What my eyes don't see the Messiah reveals
If it all goes left give Jasiah my will
'Cah I guess I'm just the bredda that they're dying to kill ah Woo


Your boys mad dark still I shine like a grill
Yeah I'm healthy and I'm blessed but I rhyme like I'm ill
Line bagger holding on the line like Kalil ooh Ooh ooh
I live a life that they try to fulfil


So they hate on my name but admire my skill
And before I touch stage gotta' wire my 'mil ah
My niggas do drill that was prior to drill
If you see me with my dragons lookin' fly in the field


Know Khaleesi couldn't fathom all the fire I spill nah
You old washed niggas should retire for real
There's a time you should move and a time to be still
There's a time to destroy and a time to rebuild


But all I see is washed up Godfathers and washed up podcasters
I own all my masters I ain't got masters
I throw a party on the yacht and wear my Yacht Master
They think I just chart top but I'm the top charter


Gaffer like I'm Scott Parker
From when the mandem use to rock parka's
I am Nasty but I'm not Marcus
Genius I could've clocked Harvard


My niggas slide but they are not dancers
Dead rappers wanna swap chargers
Nah I mean they wanna swap stances
Nah I mean they wanna trade places


Get to scrappin' like I ain't famous
Have you dashing like you're Dwain Chambers
Follow fashion man you fake greatness
To make a classic yeah it takes ages


But I still do it like my mate David
Nah I mean like my bro Dave
Me and MIST that's a close shave
They fear this but they won't say I'm the nearest on a cold day


They love to talk about the old days
Them man are old like "Annie are you okay?"
I prefer not to speak like I'm José
I prefer really not to uhm not to speak
If I speak I am in in big trouble Woo


This is what I meant when I said what I said
I got whips in my drive pretty women in my bed
My accolades are bigger than my head
Stylo told me "Kill 'em 'til they're dead"


The killy'dem ah carry one inna di head Don Dada
Kick arff face with bank robber
If it's a ting then I'll just pattern it like Trev ay
Man I got 'tec's like I'm Kylian punch like I'm Dillian


Walk in a gym and I bump into William
Yeah the S on chest yeah that stands for "Success"
But the M on my hairline stands for my millions
Ah I got a brilliant car


I got a brilliant team they wanna bring up my past becah
I'm living my dream
What we achieved ain't a shock 'cah we knew it
We just stepped all clean and said "Mel made me do it" ow


Now there's not enough space in my wardrobe
Benjart fitted on my waist and my torso
Niggas keep on thinking I'm a chief oh you thought so?
Chatty patty niggas man you niggas need a talk show


I've never seen real dons turn Loose Women
Sleep real good fresh sheets new linen
If we ever played a game called "Guess Who's Winning?"
Then you'll open up the door I'll be in the room chilling


There'll never be a time where me and yous are twinning
Why? Different status my chicks the baddest
You know the bags Chanel the trips to Paris
And if your boys a King the bits a palace


Okay three O2's that I sell-out man I'm such a sellout
Might fuck around and bring Adele out
Me and Flipz don't talk like we fell out
Ah get the hell out all the shit I gotta' spell out


Please A-L-L-O-W me
Every time I double-plaque they go and double my P
I was double-spread Mike now I cover i-D
I wouldn't cover for you dickheads if you covered my


Ah I knew they wouldn't like it if I blow
Got all your niggas rattled but you hide it on the low
I'm from the city where they're ridin' with the pole
And now my nephews can't believe that Spider-Man's my bro


Shout Tom that's my guy on-top 'til we die
Yeah I skip through the world hop-scotch to Dubai
There's a lot to divide but my God will provide
Couldn't get to where I'm going if you hopped in my


I got TJ tellin' me we're done
I said "I thought I have an hour left?"
Ah man my enemies are out of breath
I pray then I fast then I counter press


Spent a week in the sticks but tonight I'm at my South address
Ah you know how it gets
Holy Spirit that's just how I'm blessed
Aight twenty bags for my shower head a nigga gotta' shower fresh


You little boys are out your depth
Know I got Ashville on the yard and Yianni on the wrap
I mean I'm Yianni on the rap
I'm the best at what I do they think I'm braggin' on the track


But I'm flexing 'cah it's true and if you went and run it back
You'd know I'd left you with the truth
Because cars don't make you this lit
The money don't make you this good


The plaques don't make you this cold
Give a fuck what my shit sold
I buss a rhyme when I'm in flip mode you pricks know
The boy's just way too nice so you always see my music on the shelf


I've been the G.O.A.T for so long that they never hype a nigga up
So I guess I gotta do it to myself boy

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