Starsky & Hutch
Didn't know I could rap like this
But I guess with practice
It was bound to happen
She want jordan's matching
She wants dick
But the beat come slapping
West london
That's me and my faction
I get that box
I break it down into fraction's
Make it do acrobatics
She does mathematics'
So fantastic
Bro want to run them deets
Right through that plastic
One too many bad habit's
My girl incredible
So elastic
I don't run them down
Like hounds and rabbit's
Dripped in fenti
She a real life savage
I can't talk on beef
She'll pillow talk
She a real life bad bitch
Get that pack and
I make it vanish
No Houdini
Got packs of magic
She wanna ride my tower
Said it's an eiffel
We in paris
Talk about tie the knot
Then bind that bond
In marriage
Will it do more good
Than damage
I have never been one
For planning
See its cool
I love you too
It's a big old planet
So don't panic
I know you want dick
Right now
But I said you can't have it
God thank you for my gift's
My pain come dif
I been up in a trench
All swimming in shit
So paper plane
Fly me away
When I light that spliff
I wanna see the star's
Like sirius a
And ton one eighty
King of the under world
Like hades
Praising god
For the way he made me
Swing that coup
Bootleg my baby
I don't hop out the ride
And do no dash like hazy
I don't mix no pack or potion
You don't know what raised me
In and out of them council flat's
Real life project baby
London city
To the world and back
They rate me
How you gunna hate me
Could have been friend's
But you wanna have my baby
Your not my lady
Lately
I really got to keep it cool
She want vitamin d
I'm mister tee
Trap star and I pity the fool
Cash cow need milking
Girl can you make it moo
Smoke too much weed
Never got no flu
It's true
My immunity the proof
How you gunna
Let them lie on you
Like barney come out the rubble
I got pebbles on the map
My dots see stars like hubble
Pissed that I missed
That crypto bubble
Finger in so many pie's
Them clown cant juggle
We in the jungle
Maverick with my sabre
Cant wife no ting
That fling her puss in bundle's
Got to stay humble
I said we in the jungle
Maverick with my sabre
Cant wife no ting
That fling her puss in bundle's
Got to stay humble
But I guess with practice
It was bound to happen
She want jordan's matching
She wants dick
But the beat come slapping
West london
That's me and my faction
I get that box
I break it down into fraction's
Make it do acrobatics
She does mathematics'
So fantastic
Bro want to run them deets
Right through that plastic
One too many bad habit's
My girl incredible
So elastic
I don't run them down
Like hounds and rabbit's
Dripped in fenti
She a real life savage
I can't talk on beef
She'll pillow talk
She a real life bad bitch
Get that pack and
I make it vanish
No Houdini
Got packs of magic
She wanna ride my tower
Said it's an eiffel
We in paris
Talk about tie the knot
Then bind that bond
In marriage
Will it do more good
Than damage
I have never been one
For planning
See its cool
I love you too
It's a big old planet
So don't panic
I know you want dick
Right now
But I said you can't have it
God thank you for my gift's
My pain come dif
I been up in a trench
All swimming in shit
So paper plane
Fly me away
When I light that spliff
I wanna see the star's
Like sirius a
And ton one eighty
King of the under world
Like hades
Praising god
For the way he made me
Swing that coup
Bootleg my baby
I don't hop out the ride
And do no dash like hazy
I don't mix no pack or potion
You don't know what raised me
In and out of them council flat's
Real life project baby
London city
To the world and back
They rate me
How you gunna hate me
Could have been friend's
But you wanna have my baby
Your not my lady
Lately
I really got to keep it cool
She want vitamin d
I'm mister tee
Trap star and I pity the fool
Cash cow need milking
Girl can you make it moo
Smoke too much weed
Never got no flu
It's true
My immunity the proof
How you gunna
Let them lie on you
Like barney come out the rubble
I got pebbles on the map
My dots see stars like hubble
Pissed that I missed
That crypto bubble
Finger in so many pie's
Them clown cant juggle
We in the jungle
Maverick with my sabre
Cant wife no ting
That fling her puss in bundle's
Got to stay humble
I said we in the jungle
Maverick with my sabre
Cant wife no ting
That fling her puss in bundle's
Got to stay humble
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Writer(s): Kunaal Gill
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