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(18 hunna for the new rusty) (18 hunna for the new rusty) 18 hunna for the new rusty Man grab it and kick it like rugby I was in the T house, head back dusty Still waking up to nudes in country Four-four-four and a half in the bando Profit, oh so lovely My little bro shitted out the pack and flushed it Tell me how he could be so clumsy? These bad Bs coming to the niz They don't really love me, but they love me From qway, been doing up upsy I swear man done more sales than Gumtree If I get me that drop, it won't be nuttin' like Humpty's Backdoor bus, watch me get dumpy These opps can't never get comfy Heart of a lion Skenged up for the field Cah, I might buck me a python Snakes in the grass, I don't know who's preeing on my ting Still gotta keep money on my mindset Losing weight all last year And I ain't ever been on no diet Shh-shh got shh, all bait All now gang gotta keep that one quiet Half asleep last night, I done a night shift I couldn't even count those tenners and fivers I was fifteen stepping, stressing out cab drivers Skengs in the wiz, no licence I know-I know full well where the nine is You can't talk about riding 18 hunna for the new rusty Man grab it and kick it like rugby I was in the T house, head back dusty Still waking up to nudes in country Four and a half in the bando Profit, oh so lovely My little bro shitted out the pack and flushed it Tell me how he could be so clumsy? These bad Bs coming to the niz They don't really love me, but they love me From qway, been doing up upsy I swear man done more sales than Gumtree If I get me that drop, it won't be nuttin' like Humpty's Backdoor bus, watch me get dumpy These opps can't never get comfy (look) No composure, still flip like Motorolas Diss me? Then I'm phoning bro up Hop into the oldest motor My west ting wanna leave me But I told her I need three weeks notice Don't listen to them, they're loafers We got beef with them man's olders Olders, hocus-pocus Eyes all rolling back Gotta tap that face like "Babes, stay focused" We ain't ever had no You see, most of my Gs got birded That's why I've still gotta watch for the vultures Somalis I roll with So it's akhi on the side like salt fish Literally Man's been tryna make history But my little nigga in the ends And he's still tryna turn man history I've got twins in Leicester Both tryna say that they're into me But they ain't getting no ring from me That's Pot Noodles and Indomie So, man just put dick in her belly That girl got a big back like tellys In two-double-0 five, man's not ready My Somali called Ali, not Dele That girl wasn't worthy of the bedroom My brudda, she got touched on the settee Man came in heavy You know what it is, it's Dave and Headie 18 hunna for the new rusty Man grab it and kick it like rugby I was in the T house, head back dusty Still waking up to nudes in country Four and a half in the bando Profit, oh so lovely My little bro shitted out the pack and flushed it Tell me how he could be so clumsy? These bad Bs coming to the niz They don't really love me, but they love me From qway, been doing up upsy I swear man done more sales than Gumtree If I get me that drop, it won't be nuttin' like Humpty's Backdoor bus, watch me get dumpy These opps can't never get comfy
Writer(s): David Omoregie, Tyrell Paul, Rob Wacey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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