Letra

Baby just stop Baby on lock Get it and bop Gimme that blow Peas that I watch Not peas in a pod Yeah what do you want Civillian op Give brilliant top Yeah the panties just drop Tell her manakin stop stop Stop in ya path Body and arms Keep calm No apology after I spread her arse on the carpet Then make her stand up like a comedy watch Ten past and you gotta be gone Minute late and I'm posting a pic Showing your face grabbing hold of my dick Pissed asking for more like Oliver Twist A sick pup on a good night Rabid dog on a bad one Sipped drugs and I took flight Hancock on a mad one Hands up if you act up with the man bruv No Katie or Anna be an anchor Hang up if she act tough are you mad love Handcuffed to a bed pole get ya back struck That's love Took it out went dry dry so I spat once White flake everywhere no dandruff Give her jab to the ribs for the banter See a few Peng friends now I'm gonna plow through like a tractor Says she wanna roll roll roll With a nigga like me yeah yeah Baby you're toast toast toast Death to the regime Yeah Says she wanna roll roll roll With a nigga like me yeah yeah Baby you don't don't don't Death to the regime Yeah 26 Ghosts 26 Ghosts Says she wanna roll Baby you don't Say she wanna Say she wanna roll Why protest wipe my wings then I might finesse Floating high like flying lessons I'm flying less and floating more Rest assure I'll get to shore Titanic end you're gonna get bored Once was a corps at Barrymore pool party From the entrance dived in head first of course Fuck you all I like my money as ripe as eggs And Like my cheques just like my ex That's never late and baby less Baby two played that game you played You bled you bled And you dead Method man on methylene Whilst method acting with a sket In Medellin just like I'm poison or I'm Pablo Finest flake that I can sample Hand on deck grab the handle Slam your bitch just like Kurt Angle Say she wanna roll roll roll With a nigga like me buts it's stress like a land lord In my favourite Kangol Dawg I look Rambo Mixed with Django Stacking it like I got no back bone Says she wanna roll roll roll With a nigga like me yeah yeah Baby you're toast toast toast Death to the regime Yeah Says she wanna roll roll roll With a nigga like me yeah yeah Baby you don't don't don't Death to the regime Yeah Scoobidy boop I look at the face I look at the back I look at the foot If its all good Joogidy jook jook jook jook Now my girls ticked off She's looking at my to do list And she sees that ur girls ticked off Shit Thats my shooter there Won't ever see Kells in shot And no we don't buy no diamond rings But still we give girls some rocks What else u got (have you got anything else) She just wants smells in bags I never said girls are slags I just said Slags She left in the morning She wanna come back in the evening And yeah I know you beat it but I actually beat it Yeah I guess that was the reason that she never calls you back Or responds to ur messages on whatsapp she just reads em That's quite awks Look at me on my high horse These chicken nugs are to die for Its just mm mm its just ahh Stupendous I'm doing up long weekenders No new friends but probably do need new friends though cos I don't need no new benders Does she wanna roll With a nigga like me yeah yeah Baby you're toast toast toast Death to the regime Yeah Everyone I know I know is dead Is dead Shot down shot down piece of lead lead lead Everyone I know I know is gone is gone Tell me where do I belong I belong
Writer(s): Andre James Mclean, Thomas James Donovan, Cameron Andrew Morrell, Johnny Poole, Quinton Mitton, Alex Osiris Lock Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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