Tea, Milk & Sugar
Yeah
Wizzy Wow blessed me with this one
Katalaves
I had to head to MIA to find a new bitch
I had to fly to LA to smoke that good shit
Then I had to hit New York so I could get rich
But I'm from London, where the realest and truth live
I had to head to MIA to find a new bitch
I had to fly to LA to smoke that good shit
Then I had to hit New York so I could get rich
But I'm from London, where the realest and truth live
I grew up around eastern parts of Essex
Where all we know is hustle
Think it's built in our genetics
Where we add baked beans to our rainy Sunday breakfast
And where pink notes turn us on like it's a fetish
Where our bitches are pretentious
And our government's horrendous
Where Tea, Milk and Sugar is our nation's favourite beverage
Where not staring at each other is engraved in our ethics
Americans mock us but deep down they fucking jealous
It's relentless
These ain't my homies, these my fellas
Everyone's a fucking menace
May as well call them Dennis
You think Nelly and Kelly got it bad with their dilemmas?
Try falling in love with a hoe during freshers
You'll get run out the ends
It's like Somalis do Athletics
For just pointing a finger
You'll be gone like an apprentice
No time for back and forth
What the fuck, this look like tennis
We don't only speak about it
We do our fucking sentence
So don't ever get it twisted, you'll get robbed for your jewels
You see knife crime, but we still got tools
We used to get suspend selling sweats in school
We call everybody cunts that's just what we do
We don't do co-signs
We make it on our own
And quick side note fuck the congestion zone
To be truly British there's thing you must know
Like at the next World Cup
It's fucking coming home, boy
I had to head to MIA to find a new bitch
I had to fly to LA to smoke that good shit
Then I had to hit New York so I could get rich
But I'm from London, where the realest and truth live
I had to head to MIA to find a new bitch
I had to fly to LA to smoke that good shit
Then I had to hit New York so I could get rich
But I'm from London, where the realest and truth live
Wizzy Wow blessed me with this one
Katalaves
I had to head to MIA to find a new bitch
I had to fly to LA to smoke that good shit
Then I had to hit New York so I could get rich
But I'm from London, where the realest and truth live
I had to head to MIA to find a new bitch
I had to fly to LA to smoke that good shit
Then I had to hit New York so I could get rich
But I'm from London, where the realest and truth live
I grew up around eastern parts of Essex
Where all we know is hustle
Think it's built in our genetics
Where we add baked beans to our rainy Sunday breakfast
And where pink notes turn us on like it's a fetish
Where our bitches are pretentious
And our government's horrendous
Where Tea, Milk and Sugar is our nation's favourite beverage
Where not staring at each other is engraved in our ethics
Americans mock us but deep down they fucking jealous
It's relentless
These ain't my homies, these my fellas
Everyone's a fucking menace
May as well call them Dennis
You think Nelly and Kelly got it bad with their dilemmas?
Try falling in love with a hoe during freshers
You'll get run out the ends
It's like Somalis do Athletics
For just pointing a finger
You'll be gone like an apprentice
No time for back and forth
What the fuck, this look like tennis
We don't only speak about it
We do our fucking sentence
So don't ever get it twisted, you'll get robbed for your jewels
You see knife crime, but we still got tools
We used to get suspend selling sweats in school
We call everybody cunts that's just what we do
We don't do co-signs
We make it on our own
And quick side note fuck the congestion zone
To be truly British there's thing you must know
Like at the next World Cup
It's fucking coming home, boy
I had to head to MIA to find a new bitch
I had to fly to LA to smoke that good shit
Then I had to hit New York so I could get rich
But I'm from London, where the realest and truth live
I had to head to MIA to find a new bitch
I had to fly to LA to smoke that good shit
Then I had to hit New York so I could get rich
But I'm from London, where the realest and truth live
Credits
Writer(s): Isra Andja-diumi Lohata, Alexandros Sarafis
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