No Salad

Textin' round, see who's out tonight
Thank fuck for the weekend
Don't give a fuck about a 9 to 5
Gettin' fucked don't need a reason

Fuck a glass I got a bottle of JD
A bag haze weed, tonight we're goin' crazy
Party on tonight, I'll stop when I see daylight
I'll lose my phone, I'll stumble home, my lyrics still be way tight
And while you're at the bar, bro do man a favour
No Red Bull just gimme straight fuckin' Jager
Breath stinkin', on my fuckin' worst behaviour
But pass me the microphone, I'll spit an' upstage ya

I got cash to splash like I found El Dorado
Twenty Stellas down an' out comes the bravado
Dash the limes out, neck a desperado
Scannin' for talent like they're comin' with barcodes

You see my space right here you better keep out
'cause after eight Kronenbourgs, I'll knock your teeth out
Don't carry toys but if I'm out with the boys,
'better hold ya fuckin' noise or man will get his face destroyed

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee proper waaaaaaaaant
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa kebab
Nooooooooooooooo saaalaaaaaaaad



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Newton, Jack Leonard Shaw, Daniel Crossley, Shaun Hunkin, Matthew Unsworth
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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