Professor X

Tweakin', tweakin', 120 on the M-way, speedin'
LV hat, backpack, and sneakers
Any girl that I'm with is a ten, nine, eight, bredren, decent
Now I'm in a party with the sweetest, chocolate brownin', Reese's Pieces

I'm tweakin', tweakin', 120 on the M-way, speedin'
LV hat, backpack, and sneakers
Any girl that I'm with is a ten, nine, eight, bredren, decent
Now I'm in a party with the sweetest, chocolate brownin', Reese's Pieces

My brudda got a new wristwatch but don't watch that 'cause you could get
You could get nauseous, could get seasick
I mean, all of my ex girls hate me, but how you gonna have my baby?
Baby, don't you know I'm livin' that baby boy lifestyle? Everyting crazy
If you don't chat to your guy, your G'll see, I ain't talkin' Mercedes, nah

Let's talk 'bout drama
I got a peng brownin' in my zone, and I'm in the zone too like Karma
Man pull up, hop out, pull over, if it's palava, cool, say nada
Now I'm in a party with Tara, and that girl got body like armour
Football in Balenciagas, or I kick ball in my all-black Pradas
No actin', never went RADA, I'm a top boy like Sully but darker
Hahaha, what's the drama?

Peng tings still get aired, left on read then blue like Barça
If it ain't about face, don't dial me, if it ain't about face, won't answer
I got a brownin' livin' in Sydenham
Professor X 'cause true say the back ain't there but the brain is brilliant
And my new ting came with kids and that's okay 'cause I am still dickin' it
Little man wanna jump on FIFA, so I'm close to the sun like Icarus

Whitewash man then I'm back in the room with his marge, tryna whitewash that for the thrill of it
No bareback, man gotta jimmy it
Backside jigglin', shakin', ripplin', and her neck just ticklin'
Tryna hide my face 'cah I can't stop giggling
Them man all hickory dickory, watch glistening but the Rollie tickin'
It's, it's, it's such a shame

Tweakin', tweakin', 120 on the M-way, speedin'
LV hat, backpack, and sneakers
Any girl that I'm with is a-

Man around that were snitches
They're not around no more
They're not around no more
And who do you think that's because of?

Was it us that got a man movin'? Ah, don't be stupid
No bumper, wah di bumba? New number, hit her back like, "Who's this?"
Cucumber in her belly like a broomstick, huh, R8 or the Lamborghini?
Them man there don't plan to see me 'cah my niggas on greaze like Santorini

I got a brownskin girl from Bush that will take that charge on the chest if I say so
Both hands on her wig while I hit from the back, got me pullin' on her tracks and cane rows
Two man in a Superdry jacket and new Astra, man, it's lookin' like plain clothes
We ain't never had halos, just Henny and Jenny from the block, no J-Lo

This year here's gonna be a mad one
I need a good girl, I need a bad one
I need a brand new vest and a handgun
Them man need that more than a man does
Them man need cash more than a man does
Them man been crashed more than a man, look
You don't wanna end up in my bad books
It's not a good look givin' man a bad look

Tweakin', tweakin', 120 on the M-way, speedin'
LV hat, backpack, and sneakers
Any girl that I'm with is a ten, nine, eight, bredren, decent
Now I'm in a party with the sweetest, chocolate brownin', Reese's Pieces

Ayy, what 'bout you anyway? What 'bout your love life?
It's a good question, man
Wouldn't mind havin' a bit of fun if I'm bein' honest



Credits
Writer(s): Tyrell Demetrius Paul, David Orobosa Omoregie, Kyle Ethan Evans
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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