JAE5 – MINK SB ft. Skepta, Lojay, Skillibeng
British‑Ghanaian producer JAE5 unites heavyweight voices on his explosive single "MINK SB", featuring Skepta, Lojay, and Skillibeng.
The track thrives on bold energy and global fusion, with Skepta’s sharp bars, Lojay’s smooth melodies, and Skillibeng’s dancehall fire all weaving into JAE5’s signature genre‑blending production. It’s a collaboration that bridges continents and cultures, delivering a sound that feels both fresh and unstoppable.
Infused with the grit of Hip‑Hop, the shimmer of Afrobeats, and the pulse of Dancehall, the production is vibrant yet concise, locking into a groove that’s addictive and universally appealing.
MINK SB stands as a fearless anthem of ambition and vibe, showcasing JAE5’s ability to craft global hits that resonate across diverse audiences.
JAE5 – MINK SB ft. Skepta, Lojay, Skillibeng
MINK SB Lyrics:
[Intro: Skepta]
Yeah, yeah
'Grees, ice (Prr, JAE5)
[Verse 1: Skepta]
I get the hotel chillin', Shangri-La living
Five-star general, Michelin kitchen
Told my young G to make a business plan (Huh)
The road ting's fake, bro, niggas is snitchin' (Jokes)
But he don't hear me, the boy's itchin' to rob somethin'
See somethin' that glistens (Baow)
Pop somethin', make the doctor have a stitching (Grr)
Man, the guy's wicked
[Chorus: Lojay, Skillibeng]
Make I no kill somebody (Okay, you say?)
Make I no kill somebody (Sweeter, brr)
Make I no kill somebody
Make I no kill somebody (Yeah)
Body, body, 'ody, my 'ody, 'ody, oh ([?])
[Verse 2: Skillibeng]
Unuh time up, unuh nuh size up
We full of riflе, yeah, man and Bryco
Them shot a poison inna boy, right now
Mi head a boil up, pon thе Bible
Mi kill ya right now, no gun license
Nuh 'fraid of Five-O, chop you up fine
Wi head psycho, chip inna the nine, no mean micro
[Chorus: Lojay, Skillibeng]
Make I no kill somebody (Ki-ki, you say?)
Body, 'ody (Beat am)
Make I no kill somebody (Who cares? Who cares?)
Body, body, 'ody (Brr)
Make I no kill somebody (Follow)
Body, 'ody
Make I no kill somebody (Yeah)
Body, body, 'ody, my 'ody, 'ody, oh
[Verse 3: Skepta]
I coulda did the Rolls-Royce, I coulda did the Land Rover
I stepped out, Maybach with a chauffeur
You talk like you bad, but you sweet like mimosa
You stink, pussy-mouth boy, I could smell an odour (Huh?)
In Lagos, me and my soldier, rifle, same colour as Coca-Cola
I'm sick like Ebola, you wet like a Georgia
If I ever make the phone call, you know it's over (Baow)
Lookin' for me? I'm at the corner of the rave (Corn')
Chainsmokin' in my Big Smoke chain (Shee)
Of course, I'm assured and you're Frisco again
Who you think? 'Cuh we rich, we ain't linkin' again? Mans are mad (Huh?)
And while you talk like you're bad, we don't argue but yous others talk to your dad
[?], double backin' on the force that he had (Chance)
Pussy, what do you feel like?
[Chorus: Lojay, Skillibeng]
Make I no kill somebody (Ki-ki, you say?)
Body, 'ody (Beat am)
Make I no kill somebody (Who cares? Who cares?)
Body, body, 'ody (Brr)
Make I no kill somebody (Follow)
Body, 'ody
Make I no kill somebody (Yeah)
Body, body, 'ody
[Outro: Lojay, Skillibeng]
Make I no kill somebody (Ginger)
Body, 'ody (Unuh time up, unuh nuh size up)
Make I no kill somebody (We full of rifle, yeah, man and Bryco)
Body, body, 'ody (Them shot a poison inna boy right now)
Make I no kill somebody (Mi head a boil up, pon the Bible)
Body, 'ody (Mi kill ya right now, no gun license)
Make I no kill somebody (Nuh 'fraid of Five-O, chop you up fine)
Body, body, 'ody, my 'ody, 'ody, oh (Wi head psycho, chip inna the nine, no mean micro)
