Various Artists - Shallow lyrics

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Various Artists - Shallow lyrics

[Intro] Check one, check two Skeng [Verse] Uh, I don't think highly of them man That's why you won't find me with them man Roll deep like Wiley and them man Trapstar like Mikey and them man Yo, uh, like n***as want gwop I step out in my slippers and socks I get love from the white boys up in Scotland And love from my n***as in the block Ps ain't long but I'm bigger than the boss Know a couple real Gs in it for the gwop n***as ain't cold man, n***as just joke man I'm so cold, I'm chilly when it's hot Told my mum don't worry, I'm a boss Wash that down with some voddy and Courvois' k** an MC, then I phone up his mum like "I heard about your son, man, I'm sorry for the loss" Old school days, me and Little Connie on the block No two ways, man I'm bringing donny to the top [?] on the left, got Flipz on my right Bring [?] right in then I volley in the box Just got the shower man pack Real talk, they want the shower man back Please stop telling me 'llow 'em with that Shower man kicks in my shower man cap Big black Ghana man come to lock off the dance Yeah, they want the power man back Six foot five, tower man that Bare jealous youths look sour and that [Hook] I like all of my cars in black Might whiz round to The Shard and back Came out my yard to a clamp on my car Come straight loose and the dumb car weren't taxed Long story short, my car got scrapped I got fined and my marge got a map Anyway, back to the start of the track Five bad chicks and a bottle of Yak Five bad chicks and a bottle of Yak Hoes in the front and the models in the back One with the breasts and the model with the back Five bad chicks and a bottle of Yak Five bad chicks and a bottle of Yak Five bad chicks and a bottle of Yak Hoes in the front, models in the back Five bad chicks and a bottle of Yak [Verse 2] Yo, MCs sniff coke and take pills I don't do that, I stay trill Talk guns and knives but it ain't real The money's not big but it pays bills Look, I don't care how they feel I've got brothers on the roads that straight k** I don't bust no guns but they will I heard pagans were there but I came still And I locked it off, you know my ting Dropped her off, you know my ting Drop the top, you know my ting Get the gwop, you know my ting You know me, I go right in Black to f**, I need lighting Disrespect, I'll on sight him I'll slap his face, I won't fight him Look, I beat the tune, you get beat up Beat the ting, you get feel up I married the game and got prenup Bun the dance and get wheel-ups Look, I'm the chief, you get chiefed up Look, easy bro, you best ease up Look, I'm easy bro, you can't beef us You're not greazy bro, you get greazed up [Hook] I like all of my cars in black Might whiz round to The Shard and back Came out my yard to a clamp on my car Come straight loose and the dumb car weren't taxed Long story short, my car got scrapped I got fined and my marge got a map Anyway, back to the start of the track Five bad chicks and a bottle of Yak Five bad chicks and a bottle of Yak Hoes in the front and the models in the back One with the breasts and the model with the back Five bad chicks and a bottle of Yak Five bad chicks and a bottle of Yak Five bad chicks and a bottle of Yak Hoes in the front, models in the back Five bad chicks and a bottle of Yak