Stormzy All That Matters Lyrics

Look at you with your bad self

Make me creep in the night like a mad self

And them boy had a chance but them man failed

And you went and brought a Mini with your dad’s help

Look, you love to scream out the kid’s name

You have to give me a reason to spit game

I let you pose in the mirror with my big chain

Shit, I let you ride when we switch lanes

Got me laying with my hands tight

Are you bringing out your bad side?

And tonight, yeah, we’re doing things my way

Cause them man said they’re good but them man lied

Look, what they’re speaking is untrue

I let you buss back when my gun shoot

So you deserve rounds tonight

And if I come it’s only fair that you cum too

Girl, what you saying?

Never had a nigga hold you down like this

Never had a nigga hit you up with a backstroke

Never had a nigga make you sound so slip

Scratches all on my back

Girl why you gotta be so aggressive?

You tell the world that it’s mine

But I think your ex man never really got the message

So leave that to me girl, I got this

And cater for me cause I got you

And 15 yellow and brown ones don’t mean shit

Cuh girl they are not you

Man I swear on my life

Every time we arrive it’s a hype cause they wave when we bop thru

Like Kanye & Kim, rah where you been?

Man I’d be pissed if I lost you

Look, babygirl, stand up

Show em that Christopher Kane

Show em that Ferragamo, let em all know

Valentino on your wrist, oh my days

Babygirl, put your hands up

Tell ’em calm down, it’s okay

And you ain’t gotta go and get mad

Ain’t nobody taking your place

Look, got me tied with some handcuffs

Shit, don’t you dare put your pants up

Million dollar pussy on my mattress

Yeah, babygirl’s got me bankrupt

Look, made me jump up on my gang stuff

Cause the pengtings always come with the fan club

You know your inbox all crammed up

Tell em hands off or I make em put their hands up but

Back to the us shit

Straight back to the love shit

Straight back to ‘your parents are sleeping, we’re gonna wake em up’ shit

That ‘we don’t give a fuck’ shit

Babygirl love sick

This nigga got her love sick

She need a leg for them crutches

A ring for my buff chick

All diamond encrusted

The only girl I’ve trusted

But you made it clear that you’re killing ’em straight

Expensive wear with your Vivienne taste

Never woulda thought that you’d grew in an estate

But you left that life with your vision and faith

I respect it, you never sign up for no guest list

You bop right up to the bouncers and tell em

“Have a black cab ready for my exit” shit

Ooh girl, you the baddest

Who’s fucking with you?

I said I got a late night shift

And you said “babe, I’m coming with you”

How the fuck did you get so attractive?

Other girls ain’t telling you shit

And when them other girls try step

Babygirl you can bet I’ll be telling them this