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Monster Florence
Monster Florence
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom Donovan
Tom Donovan
Songwriter
Jonny Poole
Jonny Poole
Songwriter
Cameron Morrell
Cameron Morrell
Songwriter
Alex Osiris
Alex Osiris
Songwriter
Damien Mercia
Damien Mercia
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Donovan
Tom Donovan
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Jiggy Jiggy, Biggie Biggie Machiavelli, panoramic Views on celli, life's belly African girl Skin dark like Kelly (Kelly, Kelly, Kelly) Skin dark like (dark like, dark like) Honey on her waistline Money, tryna make mine Buddy thinking take slice Mummy thinking thank God Everybody's on suttin' (Yeah this shit feels like expensive clobber) Tell'um keep your hands Honey on her waistline Money, tryna make mine Buddy thinking take slice Mummy thinking thank God Everybody's on suttin Tell'um keep your hands off Twenty thousand leagues under sea Waving with my bitches and my team I can see you looking, wishing you Really was a part or never preed Pree this you might learn suttin Never owed a thing to no third cousin Ex's Mrs or a friend that duck out When we weren't buzzin You can suck a dirty dick baby And maybe earn suttin' Aye aye Fendi Fendi, Prada Prada Di-e-go, Maradona Hand of God, bang it on her She done a runner on her plug Now he's down a oner It's all good, no biggie, Biggie It's suede and it costs six fiddy Please don't touch me I'm toxic really No, no really, really Anyway, enough about me Send a car, pick her up around three Jeez In the cut with a couple my g's And some random sweet ones Like I'm Rowntree's Jelly tots, every colour Pound stronger than the dollar I walk in the club to a guard of honour Yeah this shit feels like expensive clobber Honey on her waistline Money, tryna make mine Buddy thinking take slice Mummy thinking thank God Everybody's on suttin' (Yeah this shit feels like expensive clobber) Tell'um keep your hands Honey on her waistline Money, tryna make mine Buddy thinking take slice Mummy thinking thank God Everybody's on suttin' (Yeah this shit feels like expensive clobber) Jiggy Jiggy, Biggie Biggie Machiavelli, panoramic Views on celli, life's belly African girl, skin dark like Kelly Come with the card or the cash Whatever's easier (skin dark like) I put white gold in my mouth (splash) Feel like I'm freezing up (ice) She got good taste, Benihana Real church goer Never tell her mumma Tab of LSD stashed in her phone case You won't ever see her do it But she got it on her Lingerie, yeah I took it off her Bit of forbidden fruit, she a real snack (Real snack) Couple more minutes and you woulda' cracked Henny 'n' Pepsi, took it to the max Ringtone busy More suits than Steve Buscemi And the women on my lap sit pretty Normally you're here A couple hours in the city But you got a week left Like the back of my Achilles So it's, black tie, double cuff Never doing too much But it's still enough Travel to the Brits On a double decker bus (yeah!) And now I'm just looking At the back like Ooh ooh Jiggy Jiggy Big Willy Willy Fresh Princess No West Philly (yeah) Views views on celli, life's belly African girl Skin dark like Kelly (Kelly, Kelly, Kelly) Skin dark like (dark like, dark like)
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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