irdc
Yeah
One step, two step
And a snare, you could get clapped
Ha
Three steps, four steps
Looking like Pacquiao
Don't talk plead the fifth
Beg you just shut your mouth
Huh
Whoosh
Shit, can you feel that
Pop out your chest with the big guns
Talking that shit like a big Tiger
Bitch, you pussy, you feline
Put him front screen no cinema
Put him big screen, no billboard
Playing both sides like a Vigilante
Pressed that big red button, went villain mode
Dim Sum dreams like Hong Kong
Plus I ain't spit in a minute
Weather getting cold
Pshh
Vicious watch what you talking bout, yeah
When you talking bout us
Won't cuff your bitch, I'll give you my word
Hit it and cut, I'll give her my wood
Lumberjack
Pull up lets eat, big
Cause everything I want, I need it
I'm notorious for having ambition
Lil bad bitch on my tip like decent, huh
Efficient, huh
How much do I not give a fuck?
Lemme show you right know before I switch it up
A-Ooh, A-Ooh
A-Ooh, A-Ooh
A-Ooh, A-Ooh
Night time, niggas come to life
A-Ooh, A-Ooh
Baby I know, I know, I know
I should stay away from you
But I cant decide
Said I'm made for you
Come on over this side
Claim your heavenly
Full of sin, and just lies
Come on over, lets slide
Been a cool minute since you called, like brrrr
How you feeling?
Been a hot girl, and your still the same innit
Life's been hard, girl I know, I get it
I'm doing okay, but I can see in your tone
That girl you ain't happy
Like, oh, what happened?
Foreign student, all lavish
Been living on your own magic
Let's just take it back to that stage
Cause I'm tryna get to know ya
Language
Take this bitch, right back to my crib
Tell her don't let go, of my ribs
About to give this dog a bone
A-Ooh, A-Ooh, A-Ooh
Should have never did the deed, I know
Still went proceed, I know
Should've never gave you my love, my love
Should of gave you my-
Errr- Old
Bitches come and go, like pimples
Mix all flavours like cereals
Black and white, like serial codes
Till my face old
Ain't gonna stop, cause I said so
East side boy, tryna get low
Hear my name each side of the globe
Like there go him again
Applying that pressure on them again
Shit, I'll even say it myself
Take this shit from Hackney to Compton
You can tell by my accent girl
I'm Straight Outta London
Warrior paint on my face
Woke up this morning
Kind of art should I make today?
Van Gogh, give my ear to the music
Can't hear this pain
Nah
One step, two step
And a snare, you could get clapped
Ha
Three steps, four steps
Looking like Pacquiao
Don't talk plead the fifth
Beg you just shut your mouth
Huh
Whoosh
Shit, can you feel that
Pop out your chest with the big guns
Talking that shit like a big Tiger
Bitch, you pussy, you feline
Put him front screen no cinema
Put him big screen, no billboard
Playing both sides like a Vigilante
Pressed that big red button, went villain mode
Dim Sum dreams like Hong Kong
Plus I ain't spit in a minute
Weather getting cold
Pshh
Vicious watch what you talking bout, yeah
When you talking bout us
Won't cuff your bitch, I'll give you my word
Hit it and cut, I'll give her my wood
Lumberjack
Pull up lets eat, big
Cause everything I want, I need it
I'm notorious for having ambition
Lil bad bitch on my tip like decent, huh
Efficient, huh
How much do I not give a fuck?
Lemme show you right know before I switch it up
A-Ooh, A-Ooh
A-Ooh, A-Ooh
A-Ooh, A-Ooh
Night time, niggas come to life
A-Ooh, A-Ooh
Baby I know, I know, I know
I should stay away from you
But I cant decide
Said I'm made for you
Come on over this side
Claim your heavenly
Full of sin, and just lies
Come on over, lets slide
Been a cool minute since you called, like brrrr
How you feeling?
Been a hot girl, and your still the same innit
Life's been hard, girl I know, I get it
I'm doing okay, but I can see in your tone
That girl you ain't happy
Like, oh, what happened?
Foreign student, all lavish
Been living on your own magic
Let's just take it back to that stage
Cause I'm tryna get to know ya
Language
Take this bitch, right back to my crib
Tell her don't let go, of my ribs
About to give this dog a bone
A-Ooh, A-Ooh, A-Ooh
Should have never did the deed, I know
Still went proceed, I know
Should've never gave you my love, my love
Should of gave you my-
Errr- Old
Bitches come and go, like pimples
Mix all flavours like cereals
Black and white, like serial codes
Till my face old
Ain't gonna stop, cause I said so
East side boy, tryna get low
Hear my name each side of the globe
Like there go him again
Applying that pressure on them again
Shit, I'll even say it myself
Take this shit from Hackney to Compton
You can tell by my accent girl
I'm Straight Outta London
Warrior paint on my face
Woke up this morning
Kind of art should I make today?
Van Gogh, give my ear to the music
Can't hear this pain
Nah
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