Tumbi

(Splurge boys)

I run down the moneys on Monday
My brother can't come, he's on gunplay
So I summon my cupcake
I only run 'cause I'm up late

(How do you mean?)
All of my exes are iPhones
(How do you mean?)
I always come with an upgrade
(How do you mean?)
Different ting, different timezone
I cannot buy a ticket that's one-way

I'm sorry I'm inconsistent
Apologies I've been distant
Your body's in mint condition
You obviously need convincing
Wifey material, nigga
If looks could kill, then you'd be a serial killer
Imperial figure

I just wanna hold on to peace and love (uh-huh)
All me need's likkle weed and rum
Works haffi run 'til weekend come
When the weekend done, still me can't done
Hold on to peace and love
All me need's likkle weed and rum
Works haffi run 'til weekend come

I run down somebody on Tuesday
If I don't get my money, it's doomsday
That's not your girl, that's your roommate
She'll go put your things in a suitcase
On to the next man
Finesse man, then left man
The gal mad, need a head scan
And a lifetime sex ban

I'm sorry I'm inconsistent
Apologies I've been distant
Your body's in mint condition
You obviously need convincing
Wifey material, nigga
If looks could kill, then you'd be a serial killer
Imperial figure

I just wanna hold on to peace and love (uh-huh)
All me need's likkle weed and rum
Works haffi run 'til weekend come
When the weekend done, still me can't done
Hold on to peace and love
All me need's likkle weed and rum
Works haffi run 'til weekend come

Old-school stepper
Brand-new tings for a old vendetta
You think you know them kinda man there
Trust me, killy man know them better
Old-school stepper
Brand-new tings for a old vendetta
You think you know them kinda man there
Trust me, killy man know them better



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Writer(s): Tyrone Gaitskell Fagan, Justin Jude Clarke Samuel
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