[Verse 1]
In my en suite chilling with Anna-May
And we're watching Anime, what can I say?
She ain't f**ing she's just sampling my can of spray
Danny J's my mate with boxes of Alize
We went to Jack D, now we're back again
Tomorrow we ain't gonna have no stack to spray
Balling like San Jose
How much it cost to reek of this?
Paco Rabanne that's all I had to say
The atmosphere's calm it ain't even 'bout swag today
Nah you can't question our flow
If you're taking shots, M-O-N-Z Ronaldo
You come in this cold game and you're getting foul throws
But I'm over your heads, we be getting wild yo
This is southern comfort, the setting's styled bro
Sick woman in here, somebody get the calpol
These chicks are limewire, getting down loads
Cos we're pouring champagne directly down throats
Yeah your b**h open wide and she swallow that
And she's following on Twitter, I don't follow back
She said she celibate, I couldn't tell a bit
Cos you can see it in her eyes that she wants it bad
[Hook: J.R]
I ain't got fire, whatdya mean?
I ain't even started but I'm bussing up the scene
Tryna breakthrough, getting all the cake too
I'm just tryna clean up like maids do
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