Listen
I step out my yard with a new flo
Skinny jeans on and my hats low
Happiness fam that's the new cro
I clock Bnp argh no!
They say I'm short but I know
So I look to my leg and repeated negro
Like a toaster I collect dough
My lyrics are felt so no need to use biro!
My flows tight like two thongs
I roll with the mandem that are too strong
I lay low like futon and everyones like Yo whats wrong?
Im about to bus cause I've been waiting at this stop for too long
Theres a wifey draught, I clock one girl but me? I gotta cruise on
[Chorus:]
Don't look now, keep walking
Cause I got a girl at home
Waiting for me
And if I do look now
Will I ever get over you?
'Cause it's a dead end
It's a dead end
Woh oh oh
How about we get a little closer?
Cause tonight you look hot like a samosa
Your be the melody ill be the beat
I'll play you cause I'm the composer
This is my composition
Followed by ammunition
New addition, expedition, definition
Change position
I know you like electro
I know you like electro
[Repeat Chorus:]
Two legs entwine, as I refine on Gods design tonight
I do a little rhyme, take a little time , so I hold you right
You and me together just think
I would take you for a nice drink
I would tell you the reason why but the verse is done
And sh**, my pen just ran out of ink
Already we at home, ready to bone
And she gone and im thinking to myself
How the f** she geting home?
I know i didn't flope like millenium dome
And im taking over control like Ken Livingstone
I roll up your thighs and your ready to moan
BUt listen my mums at home
I like you alot so please just stay
I dont know why you wanna go away Ayyyy!
[Repeat Chorus:]
Oh Oh
I know I like you but Oh No
I got a wifey at home, oh
She can cook much better than you
She looks much better than you
She does it better than