Slumdog Millionaire

Best put respeck on the kid She give me top in the dinger, nineteen plate Bimma A gun in her bag and she thinks I'm renting this shit babe You ain't using this room, come, let me put a tent in this bitch I don't message the bitch and you're stressing the bitch I've got F's on my kicks, still pressure the strip Don't give me no lip, we can throw them hands Guns out, then you best throw out them bands Eat man fam, that's Silence of the Lambs This is London, that's hoodies and shanks TSG's and bullies in vans I'm a slumdog, I've got millionaire plans I've got ice in my rex I get why they're mad, I've got a bounce in my step All this water, boy in the corner I'm feeling like I'm drowning to death I bend it over, pound her to death I'll never tell, never confess I've never had nuttin so how could I settle for less? I said I've never had nuttin so how could I settle for less? Where I'm from people never progress I've always got feds knocking at my address She wanna get on the sesh I give her weed and Henny and sex I've gotta say it with my chest cah I meant it I had to push it in his chest for my bredrin And when they see me in the flesh, I've got 'em trembling I swear they ain't on, they're just temping And he never went O till I sent him When I was in the vecky just blending I hit the coke with the water like a Gremlin In the motor, just puffing on a Benson G I'm the plug and the socket extension Training Day 3, pay attention Training Day 3, pay attention I'm physically and mentally scarred from these chains Now I'm staring at the world through these Cartier frames I've had eight bill blocks, I've had half-a-square days I'll chef a man down or I'll fight him fair play I've done it in the evening, I've done it broad day I used to do it in the Heath, way by the Broadway If I see him then I'm spinning like Manny Norté I said if I see him then I'm spinning like Manny Norté Before rap I never used to go Harrods I was buying hooptys, ding-dongs, scrammers I was paying rent, bills, shit that matters In a room full of trappers, one two badders She gon' lick it for the rapper Diamonds on, NASA Probably turn into my bagger You love her, I gas her I said I'd take a line if Hell froze Done a block in my jailhouse Velcros I said "bae can you love me on the blue phone?" She used to buss it open for me on my Melrose And man chat to these bitches like weirdos We're really with some neighbourhood heroes I said man (tsk) like weirdos We're really with some neighbourhood heroes Watch the door fly off, I don't pick the lock Cause I really put work on any block I've bagged a million pebs but I can't Milly Rock I just give the direction like Ridley Scott I had this white girl like Pixie Lott I just gave her a Q and she sniffed the lot You know me, I was trapping out your sister's spot I never made her strip but she used to hit the strip a lot Big sword like Camelot Night rider like Hasselhoff Over suttin petty, man have a wash He knew what time it was, he didn't have a watch Best put respeck on the kid She give me top in the dinger, nineteen plate Bimma A gun in her bag and she thinks I'm renting this shit babe You ain't using this room, come, let me put a tent in this bitch I don't message the bitch and you're stressing the bitch I've got F's on my kicks, still pressure the strip Don't give me no lip, we can throw them hands Guns out, then you best throw out them bands Eat man fam, that's Silence of the Lambs This is London, that's hoodies and shanks TSG's and bullies in vans I'm a slumdog, I've got millionaire plans