Tag: London

Lyrics Skippa da Flippa – Play your position

Lately I been countin’ Franklin’s
First class flight to go to London
Back then I was the only gunman
Chase the paper like I’m hunting
Better play your position
My favorite room in here the kitchen
I rock presidential like Nixon
Grip the hammer when a nigga start tripping
First go learn your position
Then play your position, play your position
This for the trap niggas
That bag up the eight ball and pass with precision
First go learn your position
Then play your position, play your position
Bake the pot, take it out, I don’t need mittens
Soak up the game, all you gotta do is listen.

Free all my niggas that got caught lackin’ on a mission
Lately they been sayin’ Boat you trippin’
I been tryna count a hundred plus
Six freak b*tches on a tour bus and they all tryna f*ck with us
If I pick her out, boy I bet she buss
d*ck so good it make her cuss
Chopper my brother, he bust at your mother
Grill in my mouth looking like a lil muffler
Gold on my neck like a bowl full of mustard
Eat on that pussy just like a little custard
I tint my windows when I go see Oscar
These niggas acting, they deserve an Oscar
And she hate bro because I’m a dog
I’m a lil dog just like a lil boxer
Just know your role and play your position
Diamonds water, look like I been fishing
These niggas be cappin’, they really not whipping
Skippa told me you is not in the kitchen
Worry ’bout mines but hold ya own
Old ass nigga, money not even long
Bad b*tch walkin’ ’round in a thong
I’ma bust it then I send her ass home.

Lately I been countin’ Franklin’s
First class flight to go to London
Back then I was the only gunman
Chase the paper like I’m hunting
Better play your position
My favorite room in here the kitchen
I rock presidential like Nixon
Grip the hammer when a nigga start tripping
First go learn your position
Then play your position, play your position
This for the trap niggas versuri-lyrics.info
That bag up the eight ball and pass with precision
First go learn your position
Then play your position, play your position
Bake the pot, take it out, I don’t need mittens
Soak up the game, all you gotta do is listen.

If you’s a ho, you’s a ho, just play your role
Break the pot, speed it up, stop it, then go
Smoke a blunt, break a bag, kick out the door
I made me a mil ’round the globe
The chopper is only protection, drive the Lam’ like a Mexican
Make lil baby suck it in the Masi
While I’m rollin’ up, switchin’ lanes, textin’
Yeah I got shooters just like Villanova
Triple cup codeine, I don’t need a coaster
She talk to a rapper but she told me over and over that she think a young nigga colder
She play a role, she know I don’t need her
I’m a player, I’ma kick it like FIFA
Trap RBI higher than Derek Jeter
You follow the Flippa, you follow the leader
Learn your roll and then you play the position
You f*ck with the gang then you might end up missing
How many hundreds can you get for a chicken?
I teach you the game if you willing to listen
Flippa!

Lately I been countin’ Franklin’s
First class flight to go to London
Back then I was the only gunman
Chase the paper like I’m hunting
Better play your position
My favorite room in here the kitchen
I rock presidential like Nixon
Grip the hammer when a nigga start tripping
First go learn your position
Then play your position, play your position
This for the trap niggas
That bag up the eight ball and pass with precision
First go learn your position
Then play your position, play your position
Bake the pot, take it out, I don’t need mittens
Soak up the game, all you gotta do is listennn.
Skippa da Flippa lyrics
Video position

He, he didn’t even leave his number
And now I’m really starting to wonder
Did I just meet the man of my dreams?
And now I’m losing him to the London fields
Maybe I’ll meet him on the underground
Our eyes will meet between the platform sounds
And I can recognize when I get winds
The ones that he said complimented my mind

Where is my London boy? My London boy?
Oh, when will I see you again, again again?
Show me my London boy, my London boy
And don’t tell me I’m on my own again

We, we started our romance in the street
And you at once get off of my feet
You bought me chips with the money you had
I can’t believe he’s such a gentleman
And now I just couldn’t help myself
I usually want to kiss & tell
I didn’t know that I had it so good
Fuck is this shit? I don’t mean to be rude

Where is my London boy? My London boy?
Oh, when will I see you again, again again?
Show me my London boy, my London boy
And don’t tell me I’m on my own again, again!

[Intro: Ballout]
Oooooo, what the fuck?
This bitch made my spill my muhfucking cup!

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
[?], stuff it
Half ounce, fuck it
This track bitch, you love it
Already fucking
That ain’t straight drop, that’s Tussin
That fake ice, tuck it
‘Cause this bling on me bussing
Believe that, trust it

[Verse 2: Tadoe]
Balling real hard, I ain’t hooping nigga
Bought a lil bitch, I ain’t Cupid nigga
I get getting money, getting stupid figures
Got your gun but you ain’t shooting nigga
Hit a nigga pockets like a goofy, nigga
Blue Robbin’s jeans with the Ruger, nigga
Just copped a Porsche, real [?] nigga
Hit a few blocks acting foolish nigga
Smoking on the dope, got a toolie with us
Smoking on the thoinks, got a cutie with us
All my niggas solid, no fruity niggas
And I’m getting quap, still shooting niggas
Shawty bounce her ass like I’m Juvie nigga
Shawty bounce her ass like I’m Juvie nigga
In this bitch, we gon’ make a movie nigga
In this bitch, we gon’ make a movie nigga

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Niggas steady talking that tough shit
Me and gang be on that fuck shit
This car I’m whipping be on that rough shit
Kentucky Derby, we on that dust shit
You want something nigga, meet me at the function
Don’t make your bitch meet me at the dungeon
All this muhfucking designer on me
Fuck around, thought I was up in London
Drive the car like it’s muhfucking stuntman
Shoot the ball like I’m muhfucking Kobe
Shoot the pistol like I’m muhfucking Odee
Ice on me got me colder than a polar
And the dope got me higher than a solar
In that thang, switching lanes like a bowler
Crack the window, the damn choppa go aroma
In on [?] skating, call me Homer

[Verse 4: Ballout]
Top of the roof, have my gang hoe
Just fucked yo bitch, kicked yo bitch out
Just took me a [?]
It ain’t even been an hour
Counting this money up
Know I had to run it up
Hopped out to get some cups
Hellcat, still [?]

[Verse 5: Tadoe]
Hellcat and just copped new jeans
Real [?]
Trap spot got like two or three
Hit my phone if you need a few P’s
In the strip club serving QP’s
New jeans cost me ’bout two keys
Beep the ranch sauce, smoke the blue cheese
Beep the ranch sauce, smoke the blue cheese

[Verse 6: Chief Keef]

I came to jam and hold a vibes
Hold a vibes
You know I go to the studio all the time
All the time
Sounding ever so grimy, they’re causing fights
Causing fights
Dance dun, now they’re switching on all the lights
I’m a name brand, I can’t afford to hype

I’m a name brand, yeah that’s right, G
I’m a name brand, just like Nike
I’m a name brand, man wanna fight me
Cause I’m a name brand, but you can’t take man
I’m a name brand, yeah that’s right, G
I’m a name brand, just like Nike
I’m a name brand, man wanna fight me
Cause I’m a name brand, but you can’t take man

‘Wiley, where are you going?’
I’m going to keep an old brand going
Back then, everyting was steady
Lately, it’s getting a bit edgy
Got a couple tings that I wanna try
Wanna expand so I gotta try
Have to make sure that my vibes hold sick
When I sell a ticket, it’s what they’re gonna buy
Branching out, new business
Cop the Landlord album, Giggs’
Fire, all-round fire
Hold tight Giggs, the real vibe supplier
London’s changed a bit, but I can still hit the booth
Start spraying and give the crowd fire
We don’t deflate, we stay pumped up
And dem man are flat tyre

I came to jam and hold a vibes
Hold a vibes
You know I go to the studio all the time
All the time
Sounding ever so grimy, they’re causing fights
Causing fights
Dance dun, now they’re switching on all the lights
I’m a name brand, I can’t afford to hype

I’m a name brand, yeah that’s right, G
I’m a name brand, just like Nike
I’m a name brand, man wanna fight me
Cause I’m a name brand, but you can’t take man
I’m a name brand, yeah that’s right, G
I’m a name brand, just like Nike
I’m a name brand, man wanna fight me
Cause I’m a name brand, but you can’t take man

Next to my name, there’s no losses
X ’em out with all crosses
That girl couldn’t get used to me
Because she ain’t used to no bosses
Ahah, all I got now is sausage
I do not count the losses
I just grab on the big back ting
And turn onto new topics, new ting
Come and ring-ring the bell, lights on
Curtains open as well, enter
Don’t get gassed off no rich sex
We’re just gonna do this calmly as hell
Is that cool? Well, that’s swell
Do you feel me? Well, that’s braille
I’m like a high street store to the gyal dem
Who can’t keep their hands off the name brand sales
Oh well, well, well

I came to jam and hold a vibes
Hold a vibes
You know I go to the studio all the time
All the time
Sounding ever so grimy, they’re causing fights
Causing fights
Dance dun, now they’re switching on all the lights
I’m a name brand, I can’t afford to hype

I’m a name brand, yeah that’s right, G
I’m a name brand, just like Nike
I’m a name brand, man wanna fight me
Cause I’m a name brand, but you can’t take man
I’m a name brand, yeah that’s right, G
I’m a name brand, just like Nike
I’m a name brand, man wanna fight me
Cause I’m a name brand, but you can’t take man

That’s the gameplan
The thug dem rate man
The gyal dem rate man
Frisco’s a name brand
And where I come from, the police all hate man
Haters hate cuh they ain’t man
Think you can call me out cause I’m a name brand?
Man wanna draw me out, what a shame, man
Man claim that they’re out here but I can’t see ’em
Anyhow, I think the piss has been taken
I’mma start moving like Liam, it’s mad
Spin an MC round like a kebab
New bars in my notepad, nigga, hold that
I’m a G by myself, you’ve gotta hold hands
I’ve never been disloyal
Like to buss joke, but I’ve never been a joke man

I came to jam and hold a vibes
Hold a vibes
You know I go to the studio all the time
All the time
Sounding ever so grimy, they’re causing fights
Causing fights
Dance dun, now they’re switching on all the lights
I’m a name brand, I can’t afford to hype

I’m a name brand, yeah that’s right, G
I’m a name brand, just like Nike
I’m a name brand, man wanna fight me
Cause I’m a name brand, but you can’t take man
I’m a name brand, yeah that’s right, G
I’m a name brand, just like Nike
I’m a name brand, man wanna fight me
Cause I’m a name brand, but you can’t take man

I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?
We is the original of our time
We is the original of our time
I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?

Ba ba black sheep, rock star, rap G
Make enough dough to own a black car, that’s speed
I been gettin’ blow, fuckin’ friendly with the banks, man
And I don’t mean Phil Carter, Hillary or Astley
Packs see me up in the vicinity and flash me
I’m the definition of definitive and catchy
The only thing that’s bigger, quicker, slicker
More black and more upper London is a taxi
Bitch, I’m so sick I need a motherfuckin’ vacine
Pinky ring shine like so motherfuckin’ vastly
Center of attention like a bank anthem, lost ’em
HDB, reachin’ for a flat screen
The only other time I see you niggas on kisses
Is like 2AM or when you go to fuck her up
Look, 60 m4, baby, need to buckle up
All my wheelers so zoo, all my wheelers go nuts, yeah

Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Swear down, I told ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Stop lyin’, I saw ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya

So raw and uncut, no fuckin’ edit
So won’t even get her hype, she made no fuckin’ effort
And all you silly singers and you ringtone rappers
Like school dinner currys, don’t fuckin’ get it
My car is unleaded, yard ripper terrace
She call me chauvinistic, bet she can’t even spell it
I don’t wanna hear another nigga say you fly
If you ain’t never been on business class on the Emirates
I’m a racket, I’m tennis, I’m Dennis, I’m a menace
Call me Robert Pattinson, I got a lot of niggas jealous
Out my mental, minted like [?]
That’s tic tic tic tic, boom to you fellas
Some boy, nigga, Martin Margiela
Ain’t littin’ if her name ain’t Remy or Stella
Got a big back of tricks, Mary Poppins umbrella
‘Cause ’bout to rain on them like London weather, yeah

[Hook: Tinie Tempah & Nea]
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Swear down, I told ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Stop lyin’, I saw ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya

Tinie Tempah, Chase & Status

We is the original of our time
We is the original of our time
I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?

[Intro: Man & Nea]
I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?
We is the original of our time
We is the original of our time
I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?

[Verse 1: Tinie Tempah]
Ba ba black sheep, rock star, rap G
Make enough dough to own a black car, that’s speed
I been gettin’ blow, fuckin’ friendly with the banks, man
And I don’t mean Phil Carter, Hillary or Astley
Packs see me up in the vicinity and flash me
I’m the definition of definitive and catchy
The only thing that’s bigger, quicker, slicker
More black and more upper London is a taxi
Bitch, I’m so sick I need a motherfuckin’ vacine
Pinky ring shine like so motherfuckin’ vastly
Center of attention like a bank anthem, lost ’em
HDB, reachin’ for a flat screen
The only other time I see you niggas on kisses
Is like 2AM or when you go to fuck her up
Look, 60 m4, baby, need to buckle up
All my wheelers so zoo, all my wheelers go nuts, yeah

[Hook: Tinie Tempah & Nea]
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Swear down, I told ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Stop lyin’, I saw ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya

[Verse 2: Tinie Tempah]
So raw and uncut, no fuckin’ edit
So won’t even get her hype, she made no fuckin’ effort
And all you silly singers and you ringtone rappers
Like school dinner currys, don’t fuckin’ get it
My car is unleaded, yard ripper terrace
She call me chauvinistic, bet she can’t even spell it
I don’t wanna hear another nigga say you fly
If you ain’t never been on business class on the Emirates
I’m a racket, I’m tennis, I’m Dennis, I’m a menace
Call me Robert Pattinson, I got a lot of niggas jealous
Out my mental, minted like [?]
That’s tic tic tic tic, boom to you fellas
Some boy, nigga, Martin Margiela
Ain’t littin’ if her name ain’t Remy or Stella
Got a big back of tricks, Mary Poppins umbrella
‘Cause ’bout to rain on them like London weather, yeah

[Hook: Tinie Tempah & Nea]
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Swear down, I told ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Stop lyin’, I saw ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya

[Outro: Tinie Tempah]
Tinie Tempah, Chase & Status

[Intro: Man & Nea]
We is the original of our time
We is the original of our time
I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?

I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?
We is the original of our time
We is the original of our time
I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?

Ba ba black sheep, rock star, rap G
Make enough dough to own a black car, that’s speed
I been gettin’ blow, fuckin’ friendly with the banks, man
And I don’t mean Phil Carter, Hillary or Astley
Packs see me up in the vicinity and flash me
I’m the definition of definitive and catchy
The only thing that’s bigger, quicker, slicker
More black and more upper London is a taxi
Bitch, I’m so sick I need a motherfuckin’ vacine
Pinky ring shine like so motherfuckin’ vastly
Center of attention like a bank anthem, lost ’em
HDB, reachin’ for a flat screen
The only other time I see you niggas on kisses
Is like 2AM or when you go to fuck her up
Look, 60 m4, baby, need to buckle up
All my wheelers so zoo, all my wheelers go nuts, yeah

Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Swear down, I told ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Stop lyin’, I saw ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya

So raw and uncut, no fuckin’ edit
So won’t even get her hype, she made no fuckin’ effort
And all you silly singers and you ringtone rappers
Like school dinner currys, don’t fuckin’ get it
My car is unleaded, yard ripper terrace
She call me chauvinistic, bet she can’t even spell it
I don’t wanna hear another nigga say you fly
If you ain’t never been on business class on the Emirates
I’m a racket, I’m tennis, I’m Dennis, I’m a menace
Call me Robert Pattinson, I got a lot of niggas jealous
Out my mental, minted like [?]
That’s tic tic tic tic, boom to you fellas
Some boy, nigga, Martin Margiela
Ain’t littin’ if her name ain’t Remy or Stella
Got a big back of tricks, Mary Poppins umbrella
‘Cause ’bout to rain on them like London weather, yeah

[Hook: Tinie Tempah & Nea]
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Swear down, I told ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya
Don’t say that I didn’t ever warn ya
Stop lyin’, I saw ya
We is the original of our time
Don’t cross the line
Don’t make me have to show ya

Tinie Tempah, Chase & Status

We is the original of our time
We is the original of our time
I make hits, not the public. I tell the DJ what to play. Understand?

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
What up though this is big Snoop Dogg hanging out with DJ Motor Mane, you understand me?
Hit ’em with some of that G shit
(La musica de Harry Fraud)

[Chorus: J.R. Donato]
Rain drops falling on the window of my Benz
I just noticed I don’t have a lot of friends
Bring a child into this world, step it up and be a man
I be feeling like the shit, and they calling me the man
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am

[Verse 1: J.R. Donato]
I say they hate to see you come up
They hate to see you hustle but them pounds I gotta turn up
I’m flexing all my muscle boy give shots you try to run up
Cause I ain’t finna tussle I got fans way out in London
So dreams do really come true
I’m high as fuck when I come to
Bad bitch tell her come through
Niggas looking for hand outs when you tell them no then its fuck you
Oh well, nigga fuck you I’m in this new coupe and I’m comfortable
Where you’re friend I said bring two
Lit with them when ain’t nothing to do
Said hell yea I’m the man now, hell yea I got grams now
Pops still doing real estate, hell yea he got land now
And I’m bout to be a father too, don’t bother me I won’t bother you
Hell yea I got shows to do, hell yea I got pounds to move
Gang

[Chorus: J.R. Donato]
Rain drops falling on the window of my Benz
I just noticed I don’t have a lot of friends
Bring a child into this world, step it up and be a man
I be feeling like the shit, and they calling me the man
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am

[Verse 2: Chevy Woods]
I’m having nightmares feeling it’s niggas want me dead
Going through it I got niggas in the feds
Sliding in that brand new Benz I don’t need a lot of friends
I’m just living I know one day its gon’ end
30 bottles foreign models I’m just trynna ease the pain
Had a convo with myself to never fall in love again
All night till the morning all we know is get paid
How you fall in love with something that won’t love you back the same?
Boy them streets them cold yea, case you didn’t know yea
48 Hunnid, Taylor Gang, yea yea yea
Pull up on the ‘Nolia

[Chorus: J.R. Donato]
Rain drops falling on the window of my Benz
I just noticed I don’t have a lot of friends
Bring a child into this world, step it up and be a man
I be feeling like the shit, and they calling me the man
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
They said they want me to stop, but I ain’t stopping no
Wonder where I got these Vans but they ain’t dropping those
I’m eating lobster bisque, baked at the Pappadeaux
That’s my bitch, she your wife, turned her to a proper hoe
I get a lot of dough, I fly a lot of planes
Every time you turn around Young Khalifa copping chains
She yours I got the brains, taught the game
Bitches say I’m not a lame, watch your self out there, these cops insane
They’ll do anything to keep us off the streets
So I grind everyday cause Sebastian gotta eat
And the jewels that I rock turn these good girls to freaks
Make 500K a week, bring my cheese then we speak
Capeesh?

[Chorus: J.R. Donato & (Wiz Khalifa)]
Rain drops falling on the window of my Benz
I just noticed I don’t have a lot of friends
Bring a child into this world, step it up and be a man (that’s cool. I do me you do you)
I be feeling like the shit, and they calling me the man (it’s harder than it looks. Pause)
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am (the motherfucking man. look at us now)
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am (just look at us!)

[Pre-Hook: Wiley]
I came to jam and hold a vibes
Hold a vibes
You know I go to the studio all the time
All the time
Sounding ever so grimy, they’re causing fights
Causing fights
Dance dun, now they’re switching on all the lights
I’m a name brand, I can’t afford to hype

[Hook: Jme]
I’m a name brand, yeah that’s right, G
I’m a name brand, just like Nike
I’m a name brand, man wanna fight me
Cause I’m a name brand, but you can’t take man
I’m a name brand, yeah that’s right, G
I’m a name brand, just like Nike
I’m a name brand, man wanna fight me
Cause I’m a name brand, but you can’t take man

[Verse 1: Wiley]
“Wiley, where are you going?”
I’m going to keep an old brand going
Back then, everyting was steady
Lately, it’s getting a bit edgy
Got a couple tings that I wanna try
Wanna expand so I gotta try
Have to make sure that my vibes hold sick
When I sell a ticket, it’s what they’re gonna buy
Branching out, new business
Cop the Landlord album, Giggs’
Fire, all-round fire
Hold tight Giggs, the real vibe supplier
London’s changed a bit, but I can still hit the booth
Start spraying and give the crowd fire
We don’t deflate, we stay pumped up
And dem man are flat tyre

[Pre-Hook: Wiley]
I came to jam and hold a vibes
Hold a vibes
You know I go to the studio all the time
All the time
Sounding ever so grimy, they’re causing fights
Causing fights
Dance dun, now they’re switching on all the lights
I’m a name brand, I can’t afford to hype

[Hook: Jme]
I’m a name brand, yeah that’s right, G
I’m a name brand, just like Nike
I’m a name brand, man wanna fight me
Cause I’m a name brand, but you can’t take man
I’m a name brand, yeah that’s right, G
I’m a name brand, just like Nike
I’m a name brand, man wanna fight me
Cause I’m a name brand, but you can’t take man

[Verse 2: J2K]
Next to my name, there’s no losses
X ’em out with all crosses
That girl couldn’t get used to me
Because she ain’t used to no bosses
Ahah, all I got now is sausage
I do not count the losses
I just grab on the big back ting
And turn onto new topics, new ting
Come and ring-ring the bell, lights on
Curtains open as well, enter
Don’t get gassed off no rich sex
We’re just gonna do this calmly as hell
Is that cool? Well, that’s swell
Do you feel me? Well, that’s braille
I’m like a high street store to the gyal dem
Who can’t keep their hands off the name brand sales
Oh well, well, well

[Pre-Hook: Wiley]
I came to jam and hold a vibes
Hold a vibes
You know I go to the studio all the time
All the time
Sounding ever so grimy, they’re causing fights
Causing fights
Dance dun, now they’re switching on all the lights
I’m a name brand, I can’t afford to hype

[Hook: Jme]
I’m a name brand, yeah that’s right, G
I’m a name brand, just like Nike
I’m a name brand, man wanna fight me
Cause I’m a name brand, but you can’t take man
I’m a name brand, yeah that’s right, G
I’m a name brand, just like Nike
I’m a name brand, man wanna fight me
Cause I’m a name brand, but you can’t take man

[Verse 3: Frisco]
That’s the gameplan
The thug dem rate man
The gyal dem rate man
Frisco’s a name brand
And where I come from, the police all hate man
Haters hate cuh they ain’t man
Think you can call me out cause I’m a name brand?
Man wanna draw me out, what a shame, man
Man claim that they’re out here but I can’t see ’em
Anyhow, I think the piss has been taken
I’mma start moving like Liam, it’s mad
Spin an MC round like a kebab
New bars in my notepad, nigga, hold that
I’m a G by myself, you’ve gotta hold hands
I’ve never been disloyal
Like to buss joke, but I’ve never been a joke man

[Pre-Hook: Wiley]
I came to jam and hold a vibes
Hold a vibes
You know I go to the studio all the time
All the time
Sounding ever so grimy, they’re causing fights
Causing fights
Dance dun, now they’re switching on all the lights
I’m a name brand, I can’t afford to hype

[Hook: Jme]
I’m a name brand, yeah that’s right, G
I’m a name brand, just like Nike
I’m a name brand, man wanna fight me
Cause I’m a name brand, but you can’t take man
I’m a name brand, yeah that’s right, G
I’m a name brand, just like Nike
I’m a name brand, man wanna fight me
Cause I’m a name brand, but you can’t take man

[Intro: Lethal Bizzle]
Biz
Giggs
Yo

[Hook: Lethal Bizzle & Flowdan]
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, yo

[Verse 1: Lethal Bizzle]
Check 1, four fizzy in the air
One shot, two shot, three shot, clear
And you know that we got a transit spare
Case we gotta run up on your rer
Man don’t care if you go gym and you [?]
Or if you rock Moncler
Talking tough? Man might call that bluff
Then next thing you know, you disappear
Dear oh dear, I don’t wanna hear no he said, she said
He’s gonna do that, my G, you’re on ket
Badboy on the internet
But in real life, man ah man know that you’re just wet
Talk out the side of your mout, but one thing I know
My name, you’re gonna respect
Violation or wasting my time
You already know that’s something I won’t let
Man wanna go on like some Musketeer
Talk about P, my P, you’re not near
500 when I step into gear
Look in the rear view, don, you’re not there
Ten years plus, yo, I know it’s not fair
And I’ll do another ten, I can see clear
I’m on a different page
Two seventeen, I’m on a different wave

[Hook: Lethal Bizzle & Flowdan]
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, yo

[Verse 2: Giggs]
Man’s that kid that’s local, vocal
DJ, mix that Pro Tool
He say, she say, so-called, so what?
Babe, quick, get that phone call
If that strap’s got sixteen bullets
Man gon’ get that total
Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze
Greaze, greaze, greaze
It’s that kid that flipped that token
Grabbed that, left that broken
It’s that kid that lit that spliff
What, Biz, what? Get that potion
It’s that kid that knocked that door
What? Knock-knock, kicked that open
Greaze, greaze, please
Leave man, please
Man just crept and tiptoed and hold ’em
Clip the prick that’s been chosen
Man just lit the pricks up and smoke ’em
Man get lifted and soaken
Man get gassed up off all this social
Man’s got big shit in motion
Man’s too sick to be loafing, joking
Man’s too big to be boasting

[Hook: Lethal Bizzle & Flowdan]
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear
You don’t wanna stop round here
You don’t wanna plot round here, nah
Big four fizzy in the hand
Kick off your headtop clear, yo

[Outro: Flowdan]
London boys
(Trackerz)

[Intro: MadeinTYO]
Ooh
TYO, Twenty!

[Verse 1: MadeinTYO]
Pull up on bih real quick
What’s happenin’, lil’ shawty? I’m lit
You fuck with Twenty and them?
I put the Fendi on them
I need the ‘Rari, it’s boo
Human made on my boo
Pull up on me with lil’ True
I think I’m sick like the flu
TYO do what you do
I am not new to the school, no
Get in the booth and go fool
I got Jacksons like Tito
I’m on north playin’ Migos
I’m in Japan, call Nigo
We don’t believe in you (sauce!)
You get cheese like Doritos
They tight like Speedos
Pullin’ up like skrrt
Y’all niggas wear a skirt
These niggas lookin’ hurt
Nigga yeah I’ll murk
Anyone that’ll try
Yeah nigga you lame
Nigga, yeah, don’t try

[Hook: 24hrs]
Tear it down, tear it down
Tear it down, tear it down
We just hit London and tear it down
I fall in the pussy and tear it down
We hit 1Oak then we tear it down
Tear it down
Tear it down, tear it down
Fall in the pussy and tear it down

[Verse 2: MadeinTYO]
Fall in the pussy and tear it down
We should hit London and tear it down
Fast cars, know you hear the sound
I get money and tear it down
I do the Gucci with karats now
I do the Gucci with karats now
I get money and tear it down
I get money and tear it down
Diamonds on my necklace
Bitch I’m livin’ reckless
Fuckin’ up the budget
Fashion hoes, they love it
I be in my bag
Dab on these dads
Louis on the tag
Forgot to hit you back
Maison with the Raf
Jason with the mask
Oh my God she love me
Baggin’ up the puppy
Bitch you know you love me
Coogi with the rugby
Bitch I’m in my swag
Ice out the bag

[Hook: 24hrs]
Tear it down, tear it down
Tear it down, tear it down
We just hit London and tear it down
I fall in the pussy and tear it down
We hit 1Oak then we tear it down
Tear it down
Tear it down, tear it down
Fall in the pussy and tear it down

[Instrumental Interlude]

[Hook: 24hrs]
Fall in the pussy and tear it down
Tear it down, tear it down
Tear it down, tear it down
We just hit London and tear it down
I fall in the pussy and tear it down
We hit 1Oak then we tear it down
Tear it down
Tear it down, tear it down
Fall in the pussy and tear it down

Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Eenie meanie minie
Thank God it’s Friday
Please don’t ask me for my ID
If I’m in your iTunes library
Got my own book in my library
My mansion is so tidy
But my neighbours hate my mistress cause she never wear no nightie
I go Claridges to do high tea
Jordans on like Spike Lee
I’m high end, you’re high street
Swagger jacking my stylee
When I was a kid I used to save up for my Nike’s
Now all these little kids is try’na save up for my Nike’s
Go
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake,
Tamborine
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Trampoline
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake,
Tamborine
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Trampoline
Sharing clothes, that’s trampy
Splitting bills, that’s trampy
All this hanky panky, now her hand prints on my Banksy
I’m just strictly speaking, Anne Frankly (yeah)
All my girls is fancy
In a white Ferrari Spider
Rolling with Anansi, Diplo to disco
She sniff, woah
She gwan like she Ri Ri
Wine to Calypso
She ask me if I’m single
I said "Maybe, I think so
I can’t concentrate, when that thong’s on like Sisqo"
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake,
Tamborine
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Trampoline
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake,
Tamborine
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
First of all I’m swagging
Two girls with me so I’m bragging
So much money in my pocket
My pants might be saggy
My car might be tinted
My weed might be scented
My girl might be bow legged
Her friend might be wetter
Gold Roley on when I perform
Ring ring, mobile phone
The way it’s going on
It must be on
Till the break of dawn, party like rock stars
We don’t stop till we see them fucking cop cars
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Tambourine
Tan ’til her skin peel off, tangerine
Then she vogue, then she vogue
Agyness Deyn
On your marks get set go (red, amber, green)
Sydney, what’s going down
New York, what’s going down
LA, what’s going down
Vegas, what’s going down
Dublin, what’s going down
Paris, what’s going down
Lagos, what’s going down
Oslo, what’s going down
Toronto, what’s going down
Stockholm, what’s going down
Berlin, what’s going down
Johannesburg, what’s going down
Tokyo, what’s going down
Rio, what’s going down
Beijing, what’s going down
London, what’s going down
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Trampoline
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Trampoline, trampoline

My daddy got here on the gravy train
I guess my mama had a real bad start to the game
They went walking and she took his name
Round here

There was dancing in the afternoons those days
Waiting tables, chasing girls with the money he made
It was 1957, and love felt the same, love felt the same

Frightened little girl, she makes a break
Into the arms of, something better
Round here

I hear my mama call in Kingsbury Park
Just me and David and a football that glowed in the dark
Waiting patiently to make my mark
Round here

And I remember my first day at school
And I remember trouble, and thinking I was so cool
I remember it all, like yesterday

Don’t you

Every time I try to leave this place
Something inside says, "You can do better"
Round here

So come with me, let me show you where I’ve lived
I want to put my hands in this earth again
Music fell like rain to the streets
The Specials and The Jam, to The Beat
Even though I think I’ve seen everything there is to see of this world
I gotta be thankful that this crowded space
Is the place of my birth

When all that I wanted, was to be someone.

Two little Hitlers in an old church hall
Some cheesy covers and those neighbors that banged on the walls
Andy says it’s time to show them all
Round here

Please sir, we two have other plans
Please sir you would not understand,
What’s going on
Is magical, can’t you see
That some of us do more than dream

Every time I try to leave this place
Something inside says, "Keep on keeping, on and on…."
Around here

So come with me, let me show you where I’ve lived
I want to put my hands in this earth again
Music fell like rain to the streets
The Specials and The Jam, ABC
Even though I think I’ve seen everything there is to see of this world
I gotta be thankful that this crowded space
Is the place of my birth

My birth,
In this town,
Yes I guess I got to be someone

To be somebody
In the Beautiful city

This place I call home
These streets of London
It’s everything I know (everything and everybody)
On the streets of London
I want to thank you

My daddy got here on the gravy train.

Come, the moon is over the sun
We’ll use the shadows to run
No one can stop us from leaving
Come, the moon is over the sun
We’ll use the shadows to run
No one can stop us from leaving

Breathing’s boring
What a stupid task it’s
Only 8 a.m. this train’s a moving casket
Brew it black and spike your coffee with your flask
Before you leave the house each day pull on your ‘fuck you’ mask
You know that sad disguise
You know that patch of lies
Commuters pull their papers wide so folks can’t catch their eyes
We let these years of tears build up and now it’s heavy stakes
And we might drown this city if we let these levees break
So I gotta get a grip
Show ‘em I won’t let it slip
I know that what’s done is done and so that’s why it’s dumb to trip
I’m not scratching at the walls, that’s London at my fingertips
They use the news from yesterday to wrap tomorrow’s fish and chips
So you can print me on pretty, colorful paper
Right next to the psycho bitch who allegedly stabbed her neighbor
And I’ll be looking back up atcha until you’re ready to crumple me up
Oh, oh, oh

[Hook]

At the last eclipse, I was living as a single man
My girl’s looking through a pinhole camera
That she made out of a Pringle’s can
Pointed upwards at a gray London sky, pretending she could see the sun (the sun)
And I’m really looking right at her thinking maybe she could be the one
We could run
New York, L.A., UK, what do you say
Got no plans
Got no faith
Another new sun, gonna bring a new day
I wait to queue for the Baker loo, then I take the tube
30 minutes heading to Kent
And I’m coming straight to you with a big bouquet
We’re not anchored
We got our freedom and we can wander any path that we wanna on the planet
Damn it we don’t even need a answer
And I’m looking at all the 9 to 5ers on the train
But all the 9 to 5ers on the train are lookin at your pretty faces
Lookin at the sun that only you can see up in the Evening Standard
This could be home to me
Home could be anywhere
We could be anywhere
We could be free
I’m happy with you
If you were somewhere new
Do you think you still could be happy with me?
Timing is key and our timing was keen
And time is as slow and so why should we baby
You make me weak in the knees
We could move every weekend but only if we can agree to where
Home could be anywhere
We could be anywhere
We could be free
I’m happy with you
If you were somewhere new
Do you think you still could be happy with me?
Timing is key and our timing was keen
And time is as slow and so why should we baby
You make me weak in the knees
We could move every weekend but only if we can agree to where

[Hook]

I am William Wallace
My life was a mystery
Some say born twelve seven two
Some say twelve sixty three

Was dubbed Malcolm of Paisley
Maybe Alan from Aire
Did I have a wife or no?
Do you really care?

They say I had a big, red beard
But all you need to know
I was a Scottish rebel
And the English were my foe

William Wallace, Scottish rebel!
This is war I cried!
Many English fought me
And many English died!

I took against the English
Back when I was fairly wee
‘Cause an Englishman called Selby
Bullied my whole family
It upset me, so I struck him dead
Well, wouldn’t you?
Then an English sheriff came along
Guess what, I killed him too!

They say he killed my wife
So he deserved what he got
Then England’s King Ed came for me
Ooh, I’m scared! Not!

William Wallace, Scottish rebel!
Possibly six feet seven
But all that really matters is
I sent Englishmen to heaven!

Forty thousand English came
To Stirling Bridge for me
They had to cross a narrow bridge
To get to us, you see
We held them off, pushed them back
It was no contest
Bridge collapsed, hundreds drowned
Of course I killed the rest!

I celebrated Stirling Bridge
Another Scottish win
By decorating my sword
With the English general’s skin

William Wallace, Scottish rebel!
Scottish legend too
Fought for Scottish freedom
Was a hero through and through

Here’s where my rebel story comes unstuck
At Falkirk defeated, I’d run out of luck
Spent seven years playing hide and seek
Captured, sent to London, tried for treason
What a cheek!

King Ed hanged me, then a lovely touch
Pulled my guts out, guess he didn’t like me much!

William Wallace, Scottish rebel!
In Scotland my heart lived
Though sadly, my head wound up
On a spike on London Bridge!

Ooh, that smarts!

I was sure that you’d love me
To that hope, I did cling
‘Cause I’m… Richard the third
And… Everybody loves a king!

Thought I did a good job
Why do you disagree?
There’s a lot of people
Spreading nasty rumors ’bout me
Every word is a lie
So I’m singing this song
‘Cause the history books
Have been telling it wrong!

I Never had a limp
Always walked my full height
Never had a hump
And my arm was all right
Never took the crown
With the ilegal power
Never killed my nephews
The princes in the tower
Tudor propaganda
It’s all absurd
Time to tell the truth
‘Bout King Richard the third

My brother Edward, died
His kids too young to rule
So… I took the throne
Why not? I’m nobody’s fool!

Thomas More wrote a history
Said I’d murdered Edward’s boys
Shakespeare said their death
Was an evil ploy
But I say those two
Are historical vandals!
They’ve ruined my image!
I mean, what a scandal!

Never bumped off
Those harmless young heirs
Never buried them
Under the Tower of London stairs
Never poisoned my wife
Bumped off her daddy
This is me, sweet Richard
Do I look like a baddy?
Never was two-faced
Sure you’ll agree
I was misunderstood
King Richard three

Can you imagine it?
I’m the last Plantagenet
Beaten by Henry
In the Wars of the Roses
The Tudor dynasty
Didn’t care that much for me
Now I’m painted as a baddy
That’s why one supposes… (continues while next verse is sang)

Never forget
When you hear of my crimes
Never drowned my brother
In a massive vat of wine
Never said ‘a horse!
My kingdom for a horse! ‘
Who made that up?
Why, William Shakespeare, of course!

Now my tale is told
You won’t hear a bad word
About a special ruler
King Richard the third
Arg it’s a wasp it’s a wasp

(Intro – Dae Dae)
Spend that s**t
What we doing?
Spend that s**t
What we doing?
Spend that s**t
What we doing?
Spend that s**t
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Spend a check and get it right back
Ni**a what we doing?
Spend a check and get it right back oohh!

(Chorus – Dae Dae)
Spend that s**t remix, spend that s**t remix
Spend that s**t remix, spend that s**t remix
What we doin’?
Spend a check and get it right back
What’s a couple grand?
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend that s**t, spend that s**t remix
Spend that s**t remix, spend that s**t that remix
Spend a check and get it right back remix
Spend a check and get it right back

RELATED

(Verse 1 – Dae Da)
Let them numbers talk, let them numbers talk
I’m rich as s**t, I got too much sauce
Worked my a$$ off, I need my passport, I do
They love me in London, this career here ain’t promised
Don’t understand all that mumbling
Ni**a, speak how you feel
What’s the pressure and the hate for?
You only knew me bout a year
Went on that Thug tour, and what?
And I went slept crazy
Now I’m on another tour, another one?
They ain’t doing that in the a oh no
Couple jewels on me, lot of blues on me
A lot of tatted in the city
But ni**as tripping in the city
All that shooting and that running
Shoot innocent bystanders
So you call that gangsta? That ain’t gangsta
Ni**a better get you some money

(Chorus – Dae Dae & Young Thug)
Spend that s**t YSL, spend that s**t
Spend that s**t yeah, yeah, spend that s**t
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend that s**t, spend it, spend it, spend that s**t, remix
Spend that s**t, brand new Bentley, spend that s**t, spend it, ni**a
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend it, get it right back
Spend a check and get it right back

(Verse 2 – Young Thug)
Jeffery!
Jumanji boards
Get it, got Jumanji boards
More hoes than a body tell
And they all think I’m one on one
She sped off
F**k around, took my meds off
My dogs wit me baby, better call Petsmart
I just bought a big light
Bought it just to touch it for something
And I heard your dope ain’t nothing
You touch it, it bust for something
It’s not a discussion for something
Hublot flooded for something
Chain gang Kool-Aid pack, honey bun
I got a check for rando
I treat the best the family though
I might put a snake on all my collars
I don’t care a boo when I’m sprinkling dollars
My molly is pink, no dolphin
Your weed is extinct, no coffin
I heard that you waiting for something
You better take over for something
When you get it, spend that s**t, ni**a

(Chorus – Dae Dae & Young M.A)
Spend that s**t, spend that s**t
Spend that s**t, spend that s**t
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend that s**t, spend that s**t
Spend that s**t, spend that s**t
What up, Dae Dae?
Spend a check and get it right back
Ooouuu!
Spend a check and get it right back

(Verse 3 – Young M.A)
I got my money up, got my money up
Got the nina on me, I keep her tummy tucked
Riding round in that 87 bumping my s**t skrrt!
50 bands in a rubber band on some block s**t
She pop the pu**y, I pop the tags, they pop s**t
Pinkie ring all iced out on some rock s**t
Golddiggers try to s**k me up on some mop s**t
But I’m Money Mitch, I’m broke, baby, I ain’t got s**t
Kill that s**t, I’ma kill that s**t
I’ma kill that s**t, I’ma kill that s**t
I kill her s**t and send her right back
I kill her s**t and send her right back

(Outro – Young Thug)
You gotta spend a check, get it right back
You gotta blow a check, you gon get it right back
If you ever cry with checks, might not get every back

[Hook]
Tease me, tease me
Go ahead and tease me, tease me

[Verse 1]
Spotlight’s down in the hotel lobby
Turn it up, honey shake that body
Dance on top of the Maserati
Nobody can get enough
Push and pull, it’s the evening mission
Turn me on like a television
Fire me up with your disposition
How you gonna get enough?

[Pre-Chorus 1]
People in the sky
People on the ground
Everywhere I go
From Tokyo to London town

[Chorus 1]
Boys tease the girls
Then the girls tease the boys
Come on, 24-day and night
Girls tease the boys
Then the boys tease the girls
Come on, it’s been all of my life

[Hook]
If you’re gonna tease me, tease me
Go ahead and tease me, tease me

[Verse 2]
Trip me up as I pass your shoulder
Private dance like I’m Tina Turner
Just one touch and you’re done, you’re over
Bet you’ll never get enough

[Pre-Chorus 2]
People in the bedroom
People on the floor
Everywhere I go
From Mexico to Singapore

[Chorus 2]
Boys tease the girls
Then the girls tease the boys
Come on, 24-day and night
Girls tease the boys
Then the boys tease the girls
Come on, don’t be wasting my time

[Hook]
If you’re gonna tease me, tease me
Go ahead and tease me, tease me
Why you gotta tease me, tease me
Go ahead and tease me, tease me

[Refrain]
If you want me, know how to please me
Go on and turn me out
If you want me, you better tease me
Don’t make me show you how

[Pre-Chorus 3]
People on computers
People in the park
Everywhere I go
From Ohio to Santa Barb

[Chorus 3]
Boys tease the girls
Then the girls tease the boys
Come on, 24-day and night
Girls tease the boys
Then the boys tease the girls
Come on, it’s been all of my life
Boys tease the girls
Then the girls tease the boys
Come on, 24-day and night
Girls tease the boys
Then the boys tease the girls
Come on, don’t be wasting my time

[Hook]
If you’re gonna tease me, tease me
Go ahead and tease me, tease me
Why you gotta tease me, tease me
Go ahead and tease me, tease me

Listen, little lady,
This is just the worst way to spend your birthday,
It’s thirty degrees, Thursday.
You work late, you is with a perv making dirty fake love in his Mercedes.
Lady, the word rape sums up events that take place every night.
You wanna get up but you know your legs’ll ache if you try.
And you remember that your punter went crazy last night,
You drag yourself to the mirror to check your face, then you cry.
Forget the visit to the clinic you were booked in for,
You’ll make a trip to the Whittington where they’ll look at your jaw.
They’ll be inquisitive and ask about your business for sure,
They’ll know you’re fibbing if you tell them you got hit by a door.
But young woman the pimp sees you as nothin’ but a dumb hooker,
Medical attention could be fatal
‘Cause the cunt wouldn’t ever let a doctor near someone that’s getting dough for him,
‘Cause next you got poxy authorities sticking their noses in.

She’s just under the upper-hand.
And goes mad for a couple grams.
And she don’t wanna go outside, tonight.
‘Cause in the pipe she’ll fly to the motherland and,
Sell love to another man.
It’s too cold outside, for angels to fly.
For angels to fly.

Little lady,
Your mind you’ve made up,
Your injuries you can’t hide with make-up.
You need some medical advice, you make up,
A little lie to say just in case the Doc opens his eyes and don’t decide to play dumb.
With any luck you’ll see the same dude that stitched your top lip,
Last year when your pimp just lost it.
He wouldn’t recognize you if you stared him in the face anyway
‘Cause all the Heroin is making you age,
But you’re a heroine for taking the strain of being a prostitute and punching bag, the funds you have left, go where you from using money gram.
Mother had to get you out of the motherland, to study,
That was all she struggled to have a single daughter with the upper hand.
Little does she know, you’re never coming back
She put you in her brother’s hands only for him to formulate another plan
He’s the fucking cause of your appalling state this summer
Fancy that? You came to London to get pimped by your Uncle, Damn.

She’s just under the upper-hand.
And goes mad for a couple grams.
And she don’t wanna go outside, tonight.
‘Cause in the pipe she’ll fly to the motherland and,
Sell love to another man.
It’s too cold outside for angels to fly,
Now an angel will die, covered in white
With closed eyes, and hoping for a better life
This time I’ll fade out tonight,
Straight down the line.

Little lady,
You’re trembling with fear,
Your skinny frame kinda resembles a deer,
You’re sitting facing a detective, oh dear
The meddling nurse couldn’t just leave it,
She’s only gone and made it much worse calling police in,
She’ll never know the gravity of the damage she’s caused
Your causing scandal going mad in the ward now,
The cop is trying to calm you,
Telling you he won’t let no one harm you
The same question he keeps trying to ask you,
Who you working for?
He’s talking to you like your worth more than a dirty whore
You’re having a conversation you could be murdered for
You’re learning more about exactly why you need to help bring him or her to court
He’s kicking knowledge you ain’t ever heard before
Just before he leaves he reassures you that he knows that it’s hard
He underlines a mobile number you can phone on his card
Begs you to use it, he’s useless if you’re gonna be stupid
‘Cause an answer hasn’t come from your bruised lips
You’re on your own,
You’ve gotta go and give your pimp what you owe,
You reach your door and then it dawns that you’ve been followed home
Before you turn around you feel a cold blade on your throat
And then a voice says ‘where you been bitch I wanna know. ‘
No prizes for guessing who it is resistance would be foolishness,
You open the front door, he boots you in
There’s something new in him, he’s silent now
That fills you with terror
Get your alibi straight you could be killed for an error
He towers over you, the six inch knife catches the sunlight
At this point, your life flashes before your eyes
Your handbags dropped and all the contents are all over the floor
Despite the mess there’s only one thing that caught his eye.
And in the moment of rage he brutally murders his niece and dumps her body in the boot of his Mercs in the street.

Little lady left this earth in the worst way, all because she got a card on her 13th birthday…

And we’re all under the upper-hand.
And go mad for a couple grams.
And we don’t wanna go outside, tonight
‘Cause in the pipe she’ll fly to the motherland
And sell love to another man,
It’s too cold outside; for angels to fly
For angels to fly,
Fly, Fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly.
Angels to die.

[Intro]
Uhm-hmmm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(We got London on the track)
Hahaha, oh I like this one London
This one go hard, I’m finna fuck this one up
Nah I’ma fuck this up like

[Hook]
Remember I just blew my first mil (blew it)
Rollie gold, put that furniture inside my crib (the newest)
Pour a whole full pint in that eight liter (drank)
With my teacher, I was flexing hard, go at Keisha (Keisha)
Still thinking about that bankroll I just lost (whew)
Shooting dice at the loft with my Uncle Knot (uh)
Pissed off, I can’t make a number or a shot (fuck)
Fuck it, I ain’t shoot no more, I’m bout to hit the block
Hit the block late, hit the block

[Verse 1]
Dime a dozen
Ride with me, you will get a lot of it (you will)
Pride of my son, he’ll ride with me junior
Size ’em up, got to show ’em who the biggest (who-who)
Shot the perp coming on my fucking pivot
Straight (?) user, drive a Civic (skrt)
Want a whole 8 ball? Give me a minute (hold on wait)
You gon’ fall face first, it’s all in your feelings (bitch)
Got my first (?) when I was 14 (Quay)
I know this sound crazy but I don’t drink
I told my lady to satisfy me
Cause baby you gon’ fuck around and lose me (I’m telling you)

[Hook]
Remember I just blew my first mil
Rollie gold, put that furniture inside my crib
Pour a whole full pint in that eight liter
With my teacher, I was flexing hard, go at Keisha
Still thinking about that bankroll I just lost
Shooting dice at the loft with my Uncle Knot
Pissed off, I can’t make a number or a shot
Fuck it, I ain’t shoot no more, I’m bout to hit the block
Hit the block late, hit the block

[Verse 2]
Ain’t got common sense (no)
You know I ride with them niggas who will die for me
Homicide if you fucking with my benefits (go on top)
But you tried if you thinking I’m not with the shits
No pot, I used shit and piss on the concrete bricks
.45 tucked on the side of me just in case she bitch
Multiplied if you think that they would decrease (the fuck?)
Wonder why R&B, yeah I’m listening to Lucci (Lucci)
In my motherfucking feelings (God damn)
Over there in them trenches, yeah
I’m not Haitian like (?)
Oh Lord I did it, yeah
I can’t believe it, I just damn

[Hook]
Remember I just blew my first mil (damn)
Rollie gold, put that furniture inside my crib (sheesh)
Pour a whole full pint in that eight liter (how the hell?)
With my teacher, I was flexing hard, go at Keisha
Still thinking about that bankroll I just lost (turn up)
Shooting dice at the loft with my Uncle Knot (yeah)
Pissed off, I can’t make a number or a shot (yeah)
Fuck it, I ain’t shoot no more, I’m bout to hit the block
Hit the block late, hit the block

[Outro]
Hit the block late, hit the block, yeah
Hit the block late, hit the block, yeah
Hit the block late, hit the block, yeah
Hit the block late, hit the block

(Drugs, Grade-A, Bitch, Grade-A, Gun, Grade-A)
(Yeah, So x4)
(Bitch, Grade-A, Drugs, Grade-A)
(Ayy, Grade-A, Grade-A, Grade-A)
Yeah, So
(Drugs, Grade-A, Bitch, Grade-A, Gun, Grade-A)
Yeah, So
As if you ain’t fuckin’ know
As if you ain’t fuckin’ know
(See me, say mayday)
Yeah, So
Ayy
Yeah, So
Yeah, So

[Hook]
Fuck the cops, fuck the judge, fuck the DEA
Sippin’ jugg, [?] for a rainy day
If my teacher saw me now what would she say
Same thing that the fiends say, Grade-A

Grade-A (x17)

Fuck the cops, fuck the Judge, fuck the DEA

Yeah, So (x8)

[Verse 1]
Been in corners, burnin’ bridges, breakin’ bitches
All while tryna duck the sentence too
Young and troubled, dubbed the pinnacle
Getting who, tre eight on the physical
Snub turn your brain to noodle soup
Came to show these niggas who is who
Packs that I flew and sold in school, Grade A

[Verse 2]
Mayday, don’t fuck with no naysay
I ain’t seen shit, want the P with the beam kit
Need some cut to mix the lean with
Turn your wife into a scene bitch
All facts, got some niggas serving life times
Cause most of y’all niggas all rats
Observe from the top, blowin’ pot, sippin’ drop
And I swear I ain’t lonely now that my demons my homies
I swear if they could they would clone me
Completing a mission my flow is forbidden
I swear you too big for your britches
I’m fuckin’ they bitches
I’m from the era where you bang and you giving out stitches You faggots would of known, I’m getting to the dough
Anyway I can, [?] kitchen, then we bagging dope
Out a fuckin’ brick, doing hand to hands
You would think we playing ring around the rose
London town, a couple thousand pound a show
Bitch, don’t you say that I ain’t international
Ever been to places when you go to other places
That customs will hassle you, trappin’ for capital
All off of rappin’, know that I’m snappin’
Young and I’m active
You try to interfere, my instinct is clappin’
I’m true to my faction
We move out the tightest of regiments
Surrounding myself with some predicates
Destination, where the cheddar is
Sliding down, off the sedatives
Ridin’ ’round, off the medicine
Weapons is guns and intelligence
Say that the Devil sent, I’m sure I ain’t Heaven sent
But then again, yeah I’m hella bent
Yeah, I’m hella bent
But then again, yeah I’m hella bent
They say that we Devil sent
I’m just sure I ain’t Heaven sent
Then again, yeah I’m hella bent
Hella bent, then again, yeah I’m hella bent

[Hook]
Fuck the cops, fuck the Judge, fuck the DEA
Sippin’ jugg, [?] for a rainy day
If my teacher saw me now what would she say
Same thing that the fiends say, Grade A

Grade-A (x17)

Fuck the cops, fuck the judge, fuck the DEA

Yeah, So (x8)

[Outro]
No stress, more checks, more sex. What the fuck is you talkin’ ’bout?

What you smokin’ on? You smokin’ on some fire?

Might be some Ammi, might be some mafuckin’ Cheese, it just might be some Hogs Breath. I just know I smokin’ better than y’all niggas is smokin’ at home

Aww yeah (True)

And they gave me a school bus

Right, not a green room, but a green bus

Nigga, I’mma professor nigga

That’s life

I’m professor nigga

That’s progress

My profession is; livin’ like a wild mafucka and makin’ y’all niggas hate y’all shit or just wanna do it like me. Cause don’t front you wanna do it like me

PREACH

Real talk. RIP Yams, Free Mugga nigga, I don’t give a fuck ’bout nothin’ else. My niggas or nothin’

It’s all love

[Intro]
It’s Simmie Season
We still smokin’
Yeah
Simmie Season 2

[Hook]
I wake up and go get the money
I pull up and my niggas smoking in public
The OG pack stankin’ and smellin’ digustin’
You ain’t talkin’ money can’t have a discussion
The choppa hit you and give you concussion
We could talk it out if a nigga talkin’ money
I’m overseas, I’m smokin’ in London
I’m counting the money I’m and real you buffin’
Drank in my cup, I be sippin’ on muddy
She don’t wanna fuck you, you don’t got no money
Niggas be talking but they ain’t talkin’ money
If I don’t do nothin’ I get to the money
‘Cause when I was bummy, she ain’t wanna fuck me
But now I got money she say that she love me
These niggas be talkin’, but they ain’t talkin’ money
If I don’t do nothing I get to the money

[Bridge]
Get to the Money
Get to the Money
Get to the Money
‘Cause when I was bummy she ain’t wanna fuck me
But now that I got I money she say that she love me

[Verse]
I forgot to text my bitch, I was thinkin’ bout cash
I don’t even need no food, I just need that bag
If I ain’t doin’ shit I’m prolly thinkin’ about racks
Had to get it in my pocket, flip it make it right back
Simmie Season, money-making season 24/7
Countin’ dead presidents I been up since 7
I got that hustler’s ambition, getting money’s the mission
When the fam say they hungry I cook up in the kitchen

[Hook]
I wake up and go get the money
I pull up and my niggas smoking in public
The OG pack stankin’ and smellin’ digustin’
You ain’t talkin’ money can’t have a discussion
The choppa hit you and give you concussion
We could talk it out if a nigga talkin’ money
I’m overseas, I’m smokin’ in London
I’m counting the money I’m and real you buffin’
Drank in my cup, I be sippin’ on muddy
She don’t wanna fuck you, you don’t got no money
Niggas be talking but they ain’t talkin’ money
If I don’t do nothin’ I get to the money
‘Cause when I was bummy, she ain’t wanna fuck me
But now I got money she say that she love me
These niggas be talkin’, but they ain’t talkin’ money
If I don’t do nothing I get to the money

[Bridge]
Get to the Money
Get to the Money
Get to the Money
‘Cause when I was bummy she ain’t wanna fuck me
But now that I got I money she say that she love me

[Verse 1]
Let your friends down tonight
Cause I’m not gonna let you go
London’s got me and I
I know you wanna know
What the world looks like

[Pre-Chorus]
I watched you flickering
Like a fire I light at my place
We can fall asleep there later

[Chorus]
Do you wanna go late night swimming?
Do you wanna go late night swimming?
(Go late night swimming)
(Swimming)

[Verse 2]
Kaleidoscope waves
Kiss the clouds inside my bones
They turn to gold

[Pre-Chorus]
I watched you flickering
Like a fire I light at my place
We can fall asleep there later
(In the light I hear you say you)

[Chorus]
Wanna go late night swimming
Do you wanna go late night swimming?
(Go late night swimming)
(Swimming)

[Verse 3]
They’re all talking
But I just don’t wanna know
And your lip liner’s the color of my soul
Oh, we’re climbing up to the rooftop
Climbing up to the rooftop
And we don’t wanna stop
And you say “Anna”
And I say “Yes, let’s go”

[Outro]
We can go late night, night, night, night, night, night

[Intro]
Gonna cause a stink
Won’t be the first to blink
I’m not who you think
Don’t mess with me, I’m Boudicca

[Verse 1]
My husband Presotagus died
He was a Celtic king
I was his queen, so due to me
Was half of everything

[Verse 2]
Roman law gave half to me
So half was what they got
Till their nasty soldiers came
And took the blessed lot

[Verse 3]
Hey mister
I say you got the wrong end of the stick
His answer turned this sister
Into one angry chick!

[Chorus]
No man, Roman’ll
Push around this woman
You won’t get far, with Boudicca
Foeman, yeoman,
Smash the Roman foeman
All say yah! Yah! Boudicca

[Verse 4]
I built a massive army
Headed straight for the city
Beat ’em all with ease
And like me, it wasn’t pretty

[Verse 5]
Chopped ’em and hacked but
What made their red blood curl
Bad enough being beaten
But beaten by a girl?

[Verse 6]
Wacked ’em, smacked ’em
Boy how we attacked ’em
Near and far, ha ha ha!
Flayed ’em, slayed ’em
Up and down parade ’em
Boudicca Toughest by far!

[Hook]
Colchester, London, St. Albans
Everybody talk about dead Romans!

[Verse 7]
We marched on up the Roman road
That’s known as Watling Street
They trapped us in the forest
Then thrashed us to our defeat

[Verse 8]
By now you’d guessed I’m not the kind
Of girl to sit and cry
Be sold a slave to Romans?
You know I’d rather die!

[Verse 9]
They tried to take me prisoner
So I led the Roman boys on
Instead of giving in to them
I swallowed special poison!

[Chorus]
Martyr, smarter
Capturer, non-starter
This was our last hurrah!
Slaughtered, dismembered
Our tribe always remember
Boudicca! Superstar!
Boudicca! Superstar!

I got one job, two jobs, three when I need them
I got five roommates in this one studio but I never really see them
And we all came America trying to get a lap dance from lady freedom
But now lady liberty is acting like Hillary Banks with a pre-nup
Man I was brave sailing on graves
Don’t think I didn’t notice those tombstones disguised as waves
I’m no dummy, here is something funny you can be an immigrant without risking your lives
Or crossing these boarders with thrifty supplies
All you got to do is see the world with new eyes

Immigrants
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Immigrants
We get the job done

It’s a hard line when you’re an import
Baby boy it’s hard times
When you ain’t sent for
Racist feed the belly of the beast
With they pitchforks, rich chores
Done by the people that get ignored

Ya se armó
Ya se despertaron
It’s a whole awakening
La alarma ya sonó hace rato
Los que quieren buscan
Pero nos apodan como vagos
We are the same ones
Hustling on every level
Ten los datos
Walk a mile in our shoes
Abrochenze los zapatos

Immigrants
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Immigrants
We get the job done
Not yet

It’s Americas ghost writers the credit is only borrowed
It’s Americas ghost writers
It’s Americas ghost writers
It’s Americas ghost writers
It’s Americas ghost writers a credit is only borrowed
It’s Americas ghost writers a credit is only borrowed
It’s Americas ghost writers a credit is only borrowed
Immigrants
We get the job done

Ay yo aye immigrants we don’t like that
Na they don’t play British empire strikes back
They beating us like 808’s and high hats
At our own game of invasion, but this ain’t Iraq
Who these fugees what did they do for me
But contribute new dreams
Taxes and tools swagger and food to eat
Cool, they flee war zones, but the problem ain’t ours
Even if our bombs landed on them like the Mayflower
Buckingham Palace or Capitol Hill
Blood of my ancestors had that all built
It’s the ink you print on your dollar bill, oil you spill
Thin red lines on the flag you hoist when you kill –
But still we just say “look how far I come”
Hindustan, Pakistan, to London
To a galaxy far from their ignorance
Cos – immigrants, we get the job done

Por tierra o por agua
Identidad falsa
Brincamos muros o flotamos en balsas
La peleamos como Sandino en Nicaragua
Somos como las plantas que crecen sin agua
Sin pasaporte americano
Porque La mitad de gringolandia Es terreno mexicano
Hay que ser bien hijo e puta
Nosotros Les Sembramos el árbol y ellos se comen la fruta
Somos los que cruzaron
Aquí vinimos a buscar el oro que nos robaron
Tenemos mas trucos que la policía secreta
Metimos la casa completa en una maleta
Con un pico, una pala
Y un rastrillo
Te construimos un castillo
Como es que dice el coro cabrón?

[Chorus]
Immigrants
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Immigrants
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Immigrants
We get the job done

Not yet

I got one job, two jobs, three when I need them
I got five roommates in this one studio but I never really see them
And we all came America trying to get a lap dance from lady freedom
But now lady liberty is acting like Hillary Banks with a pre-nup
Man I was brave sailing on graves
Don’t think I didn’t notice those tombstones disguised as waves
I’m no dummy, here is something funny you can be an immigrant without risking your lives
Or crossing these boarders with thrifty supplies
All you got to do is see the world with new eyes

Immigrants
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Immigrants
We get the job done

It’s a hard line when you’re an import
Baby boy it’s hard times
When you ain’t sent for
Racist feed the belly of the beast
With they pitchforks, rich chores
Done by the people that get ignored

Ya se armó
Ya se despertaron
It’s a whole awakening
La alarma ya sonó hace rato
Los que quieren buscan
Pero nos apodan como vagos
We are the same ones
Hustling on every level
Ten los datos
Walk a mile in our shoes
Abrochenze los zapatos

Immigrants
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Immigrants
We get the job done
Not yet

It’s Americas ghost writers the credit is only borrowed
It’s Americas ghost writers
It’s Americas ghost writers
It’s Americas ghost writers
It’s Americas ghost writers a credit is only borrowed
It’s Americas ghost writers a credit is only borrowed
It’s Americas ghost writers a credit is only borrowed
Immigrants
We get the job done

Ay yo aye immigrants we don’t like that
Na they don’t play British empire strikes back
They beating us like 808’s and high hats
At our own game of invasion, but this ain’t Iraq
Who these fugees what did they do for me
But contribute new dreams
Taxes and tools swagger and food to eat
Cool, they flee war zones, but the problem ain’t ours
Even if our bombs landed on them like the Mayflower
Buckingham Palace or Capitol Hill
Blood of my ancestors had that all built
It’s the ink you print on your dollar bill, oil you spill
Thin red lines on the flag you hoist when you kill –
But still we just say “look how far I come”
Hindustan, Pakistan, to London
To a galaxy far from their ignorance
Cos – immigrants, we get the job done

Por tierra o por agua
Identidad falsa
Brincamos muros o flotamos en balsas
La peleamos como Sandino en Nicaragua
Somos como las plantas que crecen sin agua
Sin pasaporte americano
Porque La mitad de gringolandia Es terreno mexicano
Hay que ser bien hijo e puta
Nosotros Les Sembramos el árbol y ellos se comen la fruta
Somos los que cruzaron
Aquí vinimos a buscar el oro que nos robaron
Tenemos mas trucos que la policía secreta
Metimos la casa completa en una maleta
Con un pico, una pala
Y un rastrillo
Te construimos un castillo
Como es que dice el coro cabrón?

[Chorus]
Immigrants
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Immigrants
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Immigrants
We get the job done

Not yet

[Intro: Smoke Dawg]
You know I’m fuckin’ tired of all these pussies
I’m a gang nigga
Breezy
M-M-Murda

[Hook: Skepta (SmokeDawg)]
Nigga where’s my money, where’s my piece?
You know I’m flying overseas
They see the diamonds and they freeze
Yeah, ten gunshots and then we leave (Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck)
I’m overseas (out in London) overseas (in the six)
Yeah, you know I’m flying overseas (yeah)
They see the diamonds and they freeze (bling)
Yeah, ten gunshots and then we leave (Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck)
I’m overseas

[Verse 1: SmokeDawg]
I took over the city, I got UK fuckin’ with me (gang)
Somethin’ in the back for all these niggas tryna kill me
Nothin’ but the door for all these bitches tryna diss me
Left her in the rain, I treat that bitch like she was missy (fuck her)
I need a piece, told ’em I need a piece, I need a piece
Flyin’ overseas you know I brought the team (I brought the gang)
Told Skepta line the peng tings all on their knees
Ten shots then we leave, you know we gotta [?]
I don’t ever slip, my nigga keeps it on his hip
I’m not hard to find, I did a show up on the strip
Different moves, I be makin’ different flips (different flips)
On a mission, I got niggas trippin’ bricks

[Hook: Skepta (SmokeDawg)]
Nigga where’s my money, where’s my piece?
You know I’m flying overseas
They see the diamonds and they freeze
Yeah, ten gunshots and then we leave (Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck)
I’m overseas (out in London) overseas (in the six)
Yeah, you know I’m flying overseas
They see the diamonds and they freeze
Yeah, ten gunshots and then we leave
I’m overseas

[Verse 2: Skepta]
Hush, hush, you don’t wanna get touched
These kids ain’t askin’ much, I said hundred pounds
He said come then, now, gun them down
Back of the whip, that’s where your son gets found
Them man are overseas, niggas know it’s me
Man don’t care if you got shooters, pussy, so have we
Man, I’ve got myself, fuck the lottery
Had my life planned out first time I played Monopoly
Yeah, it was either music or the cocaine (cocaine)
Chose my way, now I’m in my own lane (own lane)
Jump online, search my own name
And I got the pengest tings on my soul train (sexy)

[Hook: Skepta (SmokeDawg)]
Nigga where’s my money, where’s my piece?
You know I’m flying overseas
They see the diamonds and they freeze
Yeah, ten gunshots and then we leave (Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck)
I’m overseas (out in London) overseas (in the six)
Yeah, you know I’m flying overseas
They see the diamonds and they freeze
Yeah, ten gunshots and then we leave
I’m overseas

[Outro: SmokeDawg]
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck

[Intro]
You know this that, this that DefAnition type shit, girl you feel me? Shit you gotta go and search if you don’t know what you’re talking about. I got London with me now, yeah

[Hook]
I got London with me now
Hundreds on me, now that dude ceiling
At the top, stack that paper on that pussy
Cause I ain’t been broke in a minute
Wake up and take something
Face it, you basic
Be patient like wait bitch
Low life go ape shit
Low life amazing
These them love life pages

[Verse]
Payday rolled on my sleeves on
Hold up they beezing on me
Standing here drinking Fiji
Hold up, get sneezed on
Call low life, they beat homies
I’m not playing with ’em
Is it safe to say Dae Dae done stayed down?
Is it safe to say Dae Dae done came around?
That basic bitch done made her way around
Now she fucking rappers, strip town from town
Staying out of trouble, that ain’t my business man
Sorry boy, I came from that gutter, I ain’t no city man
Fuck on my lil ho, her name is Bridget-Bridget
I got London with me now
[Hook]
I got London with me now
Hundreds on me, now that dude ceiling
At the top, stack that paper on that pussy
Cause I ain’t been broke in a minute
Wake up and take something
Face it, you basic
Be patient like wait bitch
Low life go ape shit
Low life amazing
These them love life pages

[Outro]
Yeah-yeah-yeah
London
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Got London with me now
Turn up

[Intro]
(We got London on the track)
That the check, we got check man
What you know about going at her?
Don’t tell that ho your business
Don’t tell that ho your business
Turn up

[Hook]
Dead ass wrong
Boy don’t tell that ho your business, you dead ass wrong
You told that ho my business, bitch you dead ass wrong
You tried to fuck my partner, bitch you dead ass wrong
You can tell I’m in my feelings, bitch you dead ass wrong
But I’m going to get it together
And I done changed, I done changed
But you will dead ass wrong
I’ma get me some money and I’m scrape up every last change
But you will dead ass wrong

[Bridge]
You all in my business
You all in your feelings
Cause I came out of trenches
And I made it, I done did it
I feel like you ain’t fucking with me
There’s no way you can get it
Cause I came out that mud
Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah

[Verse 1]
Go and get the check, go and get the money, never looking back
Tell them who you will, stand up like a man, never show no slack
Got to run up on ’em, got to turn up on ’em, got to show ’em who the man
Got to brush ’em off of me
All these cuban links, all these Rollies, gotta turn their lights on me
Nigga talking down, better bad, got the right amount on me
I’ma turn up on ’em every time I got the chance homie
Will I sign this deal or that deal? I never planned on it

[Hook]
Dead ass wrong
Boy don’t tell that ho your business, you dead ass wrong
You told that ho my business, bitch you dead ass wrong
You tried to fuck my partner, bitch you dead ass wrong
You can tell I’m in my feelings, bitch you dead ass wrong
But I’m going to get it together
And I done changed, I done changed
But you will dead ass wrong
I’ma get me some money and I’m scrape up every last change
But you will dead ass wrong

[Verse 2]
Remember them times on the balcony
Remember them times I was rapping to myself saying I was gonna do this shit
Remember them times I was trapping hard on boulevard trying to get it
Remember the times that UPS, I was sorry moving boxes
Now I’m on the charts and shit
Now I want a ‘Rari
Shit fuck it, buy it tomorrow
Ain’t no way in hell
I can fucking fail
This shit here so easy
I make this shit look easy
Patient, make you wait
Me I had to go
Patient made me late
I wanted more
Feel like I wanted it more
I feel like I put it in motion
I feel like I couldn’t afford it
All the radio promotion
Whoever said I had to force it
This shit was blowing up anyway

[Hook]
Dead ass wrong
Boy don’t tell that ho your business, you dead ass wrong
You told that ho my business, bitch you dead ass wrong
You tried to fuck my partner, bitch you dead ass wrong
You can tell I’m in my feelings, bitch you dead ass wrong
But I’m going to get it together
And I done changed, I done changed
But you will dead ass wrong
I’ma get me some money and I’m scrape up every last change
But you will dead ass wrong

[Outro]
That shit dead, that shit dead, that shit dead ass wrong
That shit dead, that shit dead, that shit dead ass wrong
That shit dead, that shit dead, that shit dead ass wrong
(We got London on the track)

[Verse 1: AJ Tracey]
We’ve got the city locked down
Everybody wants to copy our sound
Left of the map, left of the compass
Got the vibes on the roads that’ll lick a man down
Young bruddas got the energy locked
Got the remedy stocked and the melody’s strong
Good vibes, gotta keep the enemies gone
Any bad vibes, man will get their enemies boxed
L-O-N, fam, the city’s on top
We could bring it to your city on top
Tryna aim a lyric here? Long shot
You ain’t part of the gang, you’re lost
You ain’t been team, fam or squaddy
Netflix, catch some joke but no Corrie
Girls send me snaps of kitty like Yo Gotti
"AJ, what’s your next move?" Man, don’t worry

[Hook: AJ Tracey]
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon

[Post-Hook: AJ Tracey]
It’s the rumble
It’s the rumble

[Verse 2: AJ Tracey]
We’ve got the city on smash
Make tunes, we make moves and make cash
Real dudes, we don’t move with fake crabs
Get yats who put gash in our cabs
Model tings and their friends at our gaff
Your sound, it’s all forced, you’re all wack
Your bars, they can’t stand on my track
Got road bars, potent bars for my cats
L-O-N, fam, the city’s too real
We could bring it to your city, we’re ill
Tryna make it for my bruddas, that’s trill
Get nicked? I’m a mute, I don’t squeal
My flow’s bananas, you can’t peel
I turn up just like the limitless pill
AJ and MJ, we’re like steel
I’m a new school brudda with an old school feel

[Hook: AJ Tracey]
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon

[Post-Hook: AJ Tracey]
It’s the rumble
It’s the rumble

[Verse 3: AJ Tracey]
We’ve got the city, it’s ours
Young bruddas in some really fast cars
Pretty women in their knickers and bras
Dark parties full of liquors and bars
Don’t copy, be yourself, it’s calm
Youth’s out, better ring the alarm
Positivity, not every day arms
Running riot with a bottle in my palm
Four wings, I paid for one less
Now I’m grinning teeth all because the bossman’s blessed
Reached 21, I passed that test
Never wanted to enhance Mum’s stress
Now I’m touring round the world, it’s vibes
Tryna earn, I wanna bring my guys
Couple yatties and a drink, we’re nice
Love my city, love my Gs, love life

[Hook: AJ Tracey]
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon

[Hook: AJ Tracey]
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon

[Outro: AJ Tracey]
It’s the rumble
AJ Tracey
AJ from the Lane
MJ Cole
And we’re inside, what you saying?