Lirik

They said they want glitz and the glamour I said yeah but have you ever had a spliff with a scammer Phone gets rung bare times like a ladder My life was mad but it keeps getting madder Ya girl get daggered No Sneakbo When I been around I leave a Mark like Peep Show (Ha!) It ain't deep though I just breathe smoke Now I got a steak in the game like a T-bone Came so easy, my guys greezy Stay so steezy Room stays steamy (Jeez) Came with my friends like Phoebe (Aye) Please G It can get peak, so please don't tease me I was in the back street Now I'm in the back seat Rolling up tings like I needed a fat sleep Backed this buck fast So I get fucked fast Buck three twenties like I just chuck darts Always tryna wile out So I'll pull a pile out Couple of squares Like you pulled a tile out Your so mad cause us man the style now Tryna hit the target, you man a mile out Couldn't believe my luck We drop the tunes and get love Pull up to the party so drunk Let's 'ave it, I'm in the mood to get fucked! I said, it's getting hot in here like Nelly (Uh-huh) Stepped in the club like the first scene of Belly (Yo) Hype is alive like dead news on the telly I'm sipping on Henny my team come in heavy (Woo!) We on a heist like De Niro Empty the clip, I got many flows Put that money in the bag I ain't playing, yo And that tab on my tongue got me saying, Woah! Grilling that piff to some jungle You can call me bare pills (Woo hoo!) Give me a moment I just need to park up my spaceship Late shift, another one cause another life just ain't it (Nah) We came to blow your bass bins (Uh-huh) Do some blow and make hits, Uh! (Woo hoo!) Do I look like I need space on your playlist? Look at the ting that I came with (Woah!) I'm spinning around like a dubplate My team keep on winning We don't have to practise Practise makes paper, that's already past this So fuck it Team keep on winning, we don't have to practise (Uh oh!) Practise makes paper, that's already past this (Yeah) So fuck it, Uh! Yeah we gained XP, Yeah we levelling up Like a SSD, She backing it up Come through see me, and we're loving it up What's more and more, yeah racking it up (Yeah) Throwing it up, coughing it up Need a hundred G's yeah, can't get enough (Eh) On the 1s and 3s, kick patterning up (Yo) Like ABCs, it's easy enough, yeah Yo, mixdown in an instant Yeah, quick-fire and you missed it Eh, god gifted, we lifted Yeah, yeah we bump and we shift it Eh, Check me, I'm persistent Yeah, rolled up and we twist it Eh, high speed when we drifting Yeah, we bring the sound, no resistance (Yeah, yo) It's sickening, It's Lucius Imma nuance Imma do this It's the new shit (Yeah, yo) SB SB, Aye, Yeah, with the movement It's groovy Imma rude kid (What?) It's intuitive It come easy Easy peezy Lemon squeezy (Woo!) Get out the way, yeah Please excuse me! Aye, loud smoke fill up my lungs Woah, drop that tab on my tongue On stage or out in the rave (Aye) Find man right at the front Don't know where I'm from So I spend time in the dance, feel love Beautiful people, different frequencies Living as one Life's a daze I'm still here so I'm amazed Smoking haze Everyday That's the way that I live, I won't change (No way) On top where the bass bins bop Full speed, yeah mans going nonstop Don't give a fuck if you think I'll flop That mentality don't do lots, nah Aye, light as a feather Whatever the weather We smoking that cheddar (Mmm!) These man are just fed up Stuck in the matrix Imma do better Yeah, Imma go far Wise man once said Aim for the stars Shoot for the moon (Yep!) Heard that too So I set off on the path I chose, Woah!
Writer(s): Christie Mccrudden Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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