Headie One - 18 hunna lyrics

18 hunna for the new rusty 4 and a half in the bando, profit oh-so lovely 169 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