Letra

Yo brudda, put the friend in the Benz I told you again and again that she's cool, she's a friend of a friend Them niggas sent a guy with a skeng to the ends But he ain't kill shit, don't send him again Man roll certi, with that guy with the plats from Play Dirty Them old rappers are pissed, they're like 30 Lyin' for the fame, them niggas so thirsty (yeaaah) Shits changed and the ends know Got your favourite singer in the friendzone But I'm on the other shit, money I'm in love with it All this money, I could prolly buy a Tesco Overseas girls, North, West and East gyal South girls, loud girls, run-your-mouth girls Chantelle say she wanna roll with me, shell show Bro, 'dese girl say somethin', they do tell But, my Somalian gyal, she's a baddest She think my real name is Mohammed Step up in the club and cause damage What she done to a nigga, so savage Grabbing up my ting man, she's holdin' it But she didn't let me beat man, she's cold with it She got me hard but I'll soldier it It's only pussy, I'll get over it But then the real starts to kick in That famous line; "just lemme put the tip in?" Wait, I'm trippin' I ain't no rookie, I'm a G I ain't beggin' for no rassclart pussy She think I don't know her body count, three numbers She think I don't know all she does, come pass Fuck with your father, I can't believe that someone's daughter Let me explore ya baby (explore ya, explore ya baby) Let me explore ya baby (explore ya, explore ya baby) Let me explore ya baby (explore ya, explore ya baby) Let me explore ya baby (explore ya, explore ya baby) While your ting made me porridge My Arab ting made me hummus My white ting made a fry for me My Naija ting made me Jollof My yard ting wanna go to Bahamas My Arab ting wanna get married in Inshallah I'll take your ting, no drama Leave you Naija gyal 'round me, she's a Ghana (Goner) Indian gyal cooked me curry for lunch Cross-eyed ting, seeing two guys at once White gyal put the kettle on when it's nuts Chinese ting cooked me satay and duck Gyal on the reds, so she gave me head But she only chat to me so she could get to Krept Them gyal get me so mad, 'cause none of them want me They just want Krept & Konan She think I don't know her body count, three numbers She think I don't know all she does, come pass Fuck with your father, I can't believe that someone's daughter Let me explore ya baby (explore ya, explore ya baby) Let me explore ya baby (explore ya, explore ya baby) Let me explore ya baby (explore ya, explore ya baby) Let me explore ya baby (explore ya, explore ya baby)
Writer(s): James Wesley Thomas Grant, Casyo Valentine Johnson, Darius Ellington Forde, Samuel Daley Montell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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