Krept & Konan - The Motto (Play Dirty) lyrics

[Verse 1: Yungen] I'm the f**ing man with the team about Bare masquee something to scream about Her high jeans look good so I clean her out Waking up with the same girl you dream about,(ugh) Someone tell 'em don't sleep on me Need my own room she's getting to sweet on me So I tell sonny jim I got the heat on me Gully dogs for anybody who try creep up on me Cool get 'em more energy I be tryna pitch if I ever see an enemy Whistle in the end boy I could have been a referee Put 'em on the spot and make that clown pay a penalty Blow red dot Headshot Leg drop Heard he flings stones, Catch him sleeping make his bedrock Talking all that talk boy you can meet the d**hdrop All you gonna see is flashbombs if I ever make the lead pop Whoop whop, thats a bit to much COD Turn off the computer back onto the job Play dirty money first I thought you knew the squad They be talking punch lines ... Still up on the block tell the young ones make cheddar f** the g**ning sh** tell 'em make your cake better They say i've gone soft you can hate brother f** being boxed in missing mayweather [Hook: Drake] Now she want a photo, you already know, though You only live once: that's the motto n***a, YOLO And we bout it every day, every day, every day Like we sittin on the bench, n***a, we don't really play Every day, every day, f** what anybody say Can't seem 'em cause the money in the way, real n***a, what's up? [Verse 2: Konan] Check listen there ain't no comparing n***a can't stand it 'cos they're all cheering Phone me on O2 and wonder why im airing To busy getting 'ed and I ain't sharing Ch-chick staring And I dont need a girl Repping from my hometown tryna get a girl Oh well they probably think ive failed Cos nearly everybody over here's been jailed Well tro told me get dough But i've been getter paper way before I met tro Holla at that lewis made them all let go Now they go sainsbury's cos they dont wanna test Ko From the ghetto Ive been the man yo Cos i'll be eating your grands Call it Nandos Cos I ain't got bentleys and Lambo's Tryna see notes so I took his P and O's I ain't part of cash money but n******gs better rate me Cos feds wanna bird man and girls want my baby This ain't eastenders and I ain't stacey But they clap the swag cos my jeans look crazy See he used to be a pimp now he runs... Probably why my dons got a phone full of junkies Oh my God Tally look at my Uggs (Comfy) [Hook: Drake] [Verse 3: Krept] Swag outta space thats why I'm looking at you for Got alot of kicks cos im always judo Where the good girls? whered they all go? Ask jason. De rulo!! Where them G's at. Look properly Them G's us. So don't cross me Dont hype with your don please Pull it out you'll leg it it together not knees Or kidnapped keep talking Get taped in the box walkman My n***as like sticks nothing that you'll ca'ndle My back shots if they have a jack daniels Chipped days my frame was rowdy I robbed n******gs saudi Roll up with a four beat shots then I'm audi Thats the old me now I progress It's music we f**ing sell, phone s** Birds wanna bread, wanna know krept Like 2 minutes they want to hold s** Yeah she wanna screw, so I'mma nail her And if she want Krept then I'mma Trainer She heard I got chips, so I'mma Cain her Had her tongue on Krept so I LACED her [Hook: Drake]