Lee Scott - YAGO lyrics

[Verse 1: Lee Scott] I'm an Atheist but I still believe in Lucifer (Satanist) Lookin' like a million Indonesian Rupiah (money) I pull your card like a [?], yeah You're stupid but I'm stupid-er Can't pot a ball but I snooker, yeah I'm on tilt, limping in one stilt You don't like me, but you listen to the song still (ill) s**in' titties with a bronze grill Dr Scott fillin' in prescriptions in for Don Silk (what up Milk?) I'm the chosen one like a Pokémon Hashtag "happy", smiley face emoticon (so happy) I'm sunny honey's Rich Homie Quan I don't give a f** but your b**h owes me one I just mosey on, in the clouds watchin' I know everythin' there is to know about nothin' Where the dola bubbles in my Coca Cola gone? Je m'appelle, don't act like you don't know me hoe [Hook] I don't ever say sh**, now it's playin' on my conscience (nah it ain't) But everybody seems to rate it, even though it's all nonsense (it's actually quite smart) I don't ever say sh**, now it's playin' on my conscience (philosophical, conscious rap!) But everybody seems to rate it, even though it's all nonsense (idiots) [Verse 2: Trellion] Yo, I'm cold like minus 20 (yeah) I like my women aged 25 minus 20 Plus 40, minus 20 (yup) We're all gonna die, now's as good a time as any Yup, plus there's nothing I like on telly You need d**? I need twice as many Then I'll wash it all down with a pint of Henny Try snap me without sunnys, keep my face covered like I'm Kenny I just wanna own a cabin in the woods, with a red neck truck with deer antlers on the hood My whole family are thugs At the school gates tellin' kids "cannabis is good!" It ain't personal, I just hate you just because Splash you with a puddle while you're waitin' for a bus (splash) Ain't nobody catering to us, get my b**h to stomp your face in with some Uggs Ya feel me? [Hook] I don't ever say sh**, now it's playin' on my conscience (nah it ain't) But everybody seems to rate it, even though it's all nonsense (it's actually quite smart) I don't ever say sh**, now it's playin' on my conscience (philosophical, conscious rap!) But everybody seems to rate it, even though it's all nonsense (is it?) [Verse 3: Milkavelli] These pints runnin' through my veins got me over 'laxing My lord Joey Savage got the holy packet (loud on deck!) I'm smokin' carrots, doing sofa practice You should go and do some yoga practice I'm eatin' potent acid like it's prophylactic (easy) Young Slick Rick, I got a patch and a shoulder parrot (squar) I've been known to be overly romantic Just brought my b**h a bunch of roses and a crack spliff (happy Valentines) Chronic spliff mo'f**er Drinkin' Bombay, I'm on the strip mo'f**er (it's gin) I took a lot of scripts mo'f**er I'm the definition of off the sh**s mo'f**er Polo goose bubble sh** mo'f**er Lookin' like I'm in a comic strip mo'f**er (speech bubble) Am I the goodie or the villain? .45 in the trench, you could make a good decision [Hook] I don't ever say sh**, now it's playin' on my conscience (nah it ain't) But everybody seems to rate it, even though it's all nonsense (it's actually quite smart) I don't ever say sh**, now it's playin' on my conscience (philosophical, conscious rap!) But everybody seems to rate it, even though it's all nonsense (is it?)