Lyrics

Rah it's BKay ya know It's that hocus pocus Harry James You need people like me So you can point your fucking fingers And say, "That's the bad guy" Got that rich man energy I make money then blow it like bagpipes I'm in the bando doing up trap life Whipping up cola, I'm whipping up bricks Like look at the flick of the wrist, look at the flick of the wrist I'm in the club getting white boy wasted You ain't on nothing so you hate on us Becky just sniffed two lines Now she just wants to dance and shake her bum Shake her bum, shake her bum She just wants to dance and shake her bum Becky just sniffed two lines Now she just wants to dance and shake her bum Vinnie Jones paid me in lockstop I got two smoking barrels for a paigon Several L's mans crops get taken For ages I put the Cau in Caucasian I'm never home, I been OT bopping He loves my music even though we robbed him I grab a man's ice and take it off him And leave a man standing there looking defrosted My heart stone cold Steve Austin There ain't no love around here just business I bought packs overseas in L.A. Now I need to get them across like Christians Christian Dior looks good on my skin But I still look good in a cheap Nike tracksuit Her face is cap but her back looks mad So it's smash then dash, I ain't staying like tattoo Different kettle of fish, it's really a different shard These yutes ain't on it, my ski diabolic Honest he ain't tryna talk too much Flip that script, skrr and skid, shell out the whip like Mario kart Why's man wearing a vest, like bro's on his neck like Homer and Bart Course it's frying, corns been flying, with my darg like Stewie and Brian Riding alot, Fetty Wap, use one eye when you press the iron I got gorgeous slays that give man brain and think they're bae You was in school when I was with cats, ain't no loving OT ask Drake You need people like me So you can point your fucking fingers And say, "That's the bad guy" Got that rich man energy I make money then blow it like bagpipes I'm in the bando doing up trap life Whipping up cola, I'm whipping up bricks Like look at the flick of the wrist, look at the flick of the wrist I'm in the club getting white boy wasted You ain't on nothing so you hate on us Becky just sniffed two lines Now she just wants to dance and shake her bum Shake her bum, shake her bum She just wants to dance and shake her bum Becky just sniffed two lines Now she just wants to dance and shake her bum I just got a call from the Albo He wants to meet up and talk some business Said he knows one brother that knows one brother With a house with a load of bricks in Wicked, now my mouth's watering and dribbling He sent the address, now I'm grabbing my mask He's home alone like Kevin I'm plotted outside like Harry and Marv (You were right, Morris ain't on nothing man) Either pull up or shut up My gun go brukka Steel and coppa Road get lock arf That's Newham borough I'm still in the hood with the nutters In West Ham shirts and LV runners I do more for my young buck than his own dad does and that's on my mother Who's man preeing? Touch me then ski go skiing She just wanna shake her bum and free it Family dodgy, everyone see it That gyal dead one ski, I won't jeet it Gucci and Fendi, I mean it I can't get chinged, that's wet not seasick Moncler in season, it's news Bro, get loose if you talking loose Four pack foreign you hear that boom Them man capping, that shit ain't true I rip that up like a right back No wonder them boy don't like man I got ski in the cut, just try man I got ski in the cut, just try man You need people like me So you can point your fucking fingers And say, "That's the bad guy" Got that rich man energy I make money then blow it like bagpipes I'm in the bando doing up trap life Whipping up cola, I'm whipping up bricks Like look at the flick of the wrist, look at the flick of the wrist I'm in the club getting white boy wasted You ain't on nothing so you hate on us Becky just sniffed two lines Now she just wants to dance and shake her bum Shake her bum, shake her bum She just wants to dance and shake her bum Becky just sniffed two lines Now she just wants to dance and shake her bum
Writer(s): Harry James Byart, Jyrelle O'connor, Jonathan Francis Morrisson, Bryan Tshibangu Kabengele Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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