Eyes On Me chords by Skepta

CHORUS:
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How they gonna lift my skirt? (How)
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When I never wear no dress
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Eyes on me 'cause the way this designer looking on me got your girl impressed (Sexy)
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Stylish G, I make one phone call and the gang turn up like it's Merky Fest (Brr)
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They can't diss us, boy, they get crushed in the Rizla
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Strap it and burnin', yes (Greaze)
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They got the eyes on me but my eyes on the girl in the tight top, skirt (Mhmm)
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Bare songs about ice and racks
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Them boy there live out the wifey's purse (Broke)
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You don't wanna see gang pull up
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The cars them full up, your guys disperse (Bow bow)
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And we ain't tryna take no L's
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Any funny business then we rise up first (Ice)

VERSE ONE:
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Came with a what? Came with a who
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Came with the hood like a Canada Goose (Gang)
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I don't know who gas them youths, I stain the boy's tee like cranberry juice
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Big man, you don't wanna get merked in your Beamer
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Meet the grim reaper
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It's 38 degrees outside but the street still cold like a freezer
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Gotta stay close to the heater (Ice)
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Ex girl found out that I slept with it in the bed
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But she couldn't call me a cheater (Sex)
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Gotta stay with it
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The streets hear that you gettin' money, they gon' spread news like the cleaner (Brr)
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Try slander my name in the paper (Huh)
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Now I'm on the front cover of the Fader (It's Smoke)
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It's an oxymoron how I speak so bluntly
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Still I'm as sharp as a razor (Ha)
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Who's that boy in the new Bottega
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Sippin' the Havana, no chaser (Sex)
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Bought a new crib and I've got no neighbours
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Independent, but I'm still so major (Rich)
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I was in New York, tryna make ends meet outside the bodega (Skeppy!)
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I went from trap boy to whole saler
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Tables turned and I'm the rotator (High)



CHORUS:
G#m
How they gonna lift my skirt? (How)
G#m
When I never wear no dress
G#m
Eyes on me 'cause the way this designer looking on me got your girl impressed (Sexy)
G#m
Stylish G, I make one phone call and the gang turn up like it's Merky Fest (Brr)
G#m
They can't diss us, boy, they get crushed in the Rizla
G#m
Strap it and burnin', yes (Greaze)
G#m
They got the eyes on me but my eyes on the girl in the tight top, skirt (Mhmm)
G#m
Bare songs about ice and racks
G#m
Them boy there live out the wifey's purse (Broke)
G#m
You don't wanna see gang pull up
G#m
The cars them full up, your guys disperse (Bow bow)
G#m
And we ain't tryna take no L's
G#m
Any funny business then we rise up first (Ice)


VERSE TWO:
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What you tellin' me? (Ha)
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I made it so easy to like me
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Still they wanna be my enemy (Huh)
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You know the fame comes with the jealousy (Trust)
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I'm an African giant, 'course she fucks with me, that's simple science
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One night with me and she feelin' the chemistry (Sexy)
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She love the way I move especially
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No competition, ain't no one ahead of me (Greaze)
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Stop the comparison, shit's embarrassin'
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I'm a top soldier in the garrison (Bow bow)
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Room full of gold like the Vatican
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Diamond chain froze her like a mannequin (Ice)
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I could put 'em in a hearse with a verse they already know what's happenin' (Smoke)
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Or we could do magic tricks, my guy wave the stick
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Watch them boys start vanishin' (Brr)

CHORUS:
G#m
How they gonna lift my skirt? (How)
G#m
When I never wear no dress
G#m
Eyes on me 'cause the way this designer looking on me got your girl impressed (Sexy)
G#m
Stylish G, I make one phone call and the gang turn up like it's Merky Fest (Brr)
G#m
They can't diss us, boy, they get crushed in the Rizla
G#m
Strap it and burnin', yes (Greaze)
G#m
They got the eyes on me but my eyes on the girl in the tight top, skirt (Mhmm)
G#m
Bare songs about ice and racks
G#m
Them boy there live out the wifey's purse (Broke)
G#m
You don't wanna see gang pull up
G#m
The cars them full up, your guys disperse (Bow bow)
G#m
And we ain't tryna take no L's
G#m
Any funny business then we rise up first (Ice)