Chip - Rack City (cover) lyrics

f** tru religion catch me in some cheap jeans Power to the people but my favourite colour green Arsenal and tottenham its all the same to me Cos my n***** from spurs are the gunners in my team Birds tweet chatting sh** and never follow up f** them I got more cash than followers My teams tight I don't need new friends g But me and that block bu*ton getting friendly In the club gimmie space fam You know them white girls love me like fake tan Yea I'm a made man Look at what I made man Team UK I'm a household name fam Please Lord forgive my sins Yea I over think and over drink In the club me I might order Magnums But my gangster friends might bring one in Ah yeah we in this b**h n**** You just b**h n**** Cos u a b**h n**** f** these MC's and their punchlines I got bars like girls I just dump mine Anytime on any beat I choose And I bet I can beat any beat I choose Don't make me pick your chick cos my point to prove p**y I can have u dropped if I point at you Yea I'm on this TOWIE ting fam its no joke Tryna swap the second P with a K in Lauren Pope Never drown in p**y me I stay afloat Play Noahs ark till I sink ya boat Ya still living with ya mum you ain't a big man I never hear you and ya team do it big fam Play false hair and get one up in your wig fam Were all inked up but you got sh** tatts And the hot girls know what I'm on Doggy till ya bottom goes red Louboutin You might even get a pair if you cook good I tell a model it ain't enough to look good Dead wrong thinking my games up MC's paying for views the games f**ed For running up ya beak have you duck taped up Middle finger up in ya chick who gives a f** Say it how it is I don't give two sh**s I'm on this Caribbean tip but shout out the Brits I use your album cover just to out my spliffs And I go inside out if them man go in Yea!