18 hunna for the new rusty
4 and a half in the bando, profit oh-so lovely
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18 hunna for the new rusty
Man grab it and kick it like rugby
I was in the tea house head back dusty
Still waking up to nudes in country
Four and a half in the bando
Profit all so lovely
My little bro sh**ted out the pack and flushed it
Tell me how he could be so clumsy
These bad b’s coming to the niz
They don’t really love me, but they love me
From quay we were doing up ops
See I swear man down more sales than gumtree
If you give me that drop won’t be nothing like hump tees
Back door bus we can get dumpy
These Ops can’t ever get comfy
Heart of a lion
Skenged up on the field cah I might buck me a python
Snakes in the gra** I don’t know who is praying on my ting
Still got to keep money on my mind set
Lose it away all last year and I ain’t ever been on no diet
(sh shh) Got (shh shh) bait
All now gang got to keep that one quiet
Have a sleep last night, I done a night shift
I couldn’t even count those tenners and fivers
I was fifteen stepping, stressing out cab drivers
Skengs in the wiz no licence
I know f- I know full well where the nine is
You can’t talk about riding
18 hunna for the new rusty
Man grab it and kick it like rugby
I was in the tea house head back dusty
Still waking up to nudes in country
Four and a half in the bando
Profit all so lovely
My little bro sh**ted out the pack and flushed it
Tell me how he could be so clumsy
These bad b’s coming to the niz
They don’t really love me, but they love me
From quay we were doing up ops
See I swear man down more sales than gum tree
If you give me that drop won’t be nothing like hump tees
Back door bus we can get dumpy
These Ops can’t ever get comfy
No composure
Still flip like Motorola
Diss me I’m phoning bro up
Hop into the oldest motor
My west ting want to leave me
But I told her I need three weeks notice
Don’t listen to them they’re loafers
We go beef with them man’s olders
Olders, Hocus Pocus
Eyes all rolling back, got to tap that face like babe stay focused
We ain’t ever had no
You see most of my Gs got birded that’s why I’ve still got to watch for the vultures
Somalis I roll with so its ackee on the side like salt fish
Literally mans been trying to make history
But my little n***a in the ends and he’s still trying to turn man history
I’ve got twins in Leicester both trying to say they’re into me
But they ain’t getting no ring from me
Thats pot noodles and indomie
So, man just put d**k in her belly
That girl got a big back like tellys in two double 0 five man’s not ready
My somalli called Ali not Dele
That girl wasn’t worthy of the bed room
My brudda she got touched on the settee
Man came in heavy
You know what it is it’s Dave and Headie
18 hunna for the new rusty
Man grab it and kick it like rugby
I was in the tea house head back dusty
Still waking up to nudes in country
Four and a half in the bando
Profit all so lovely
My little bro sh**ted the out pack and flushed it
Tell me how he could be so clumsy
These bad b’s coming to the niz
They don’t really love me, but they love me
From quay we were doing up ops
See I swear man down more sales than gum tree
If you give me that drop won’t be nothing like hump tees
Back door bus we can get dumpy
These Ops can’t ever get comfy