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Cardo Got Wings
Cardo Got Wings
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Thatguynamedjalen
Thatguynamedjalen
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Cardo Got Wings
Cardo Got Wings
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Joshua Faulkner
Joshua Faulkner
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Dominic Ganderton
Dominic Ganderton
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Prash 'Engine Earz' Mistry
Prash 'Engine Earz' Mistry
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Thatguynamedjalen
Thatguynamedjalen
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[Intro]
I need a card that don't decline, everyday's a party
Brrr, brrr
I'm with my bruddas and my choppers and my chargies
Big Smoke
And we still same, ain't nothing changed except the car key
Ice
Greaze
[Verse 1]
Yeah
We don't get angry, we don't get even
We don't talk about beef
By the way, did I mention I just turned vegan?
I need the pagans breathing, so they can see my new Top Boy season
I need the pagans alive, so they can all see that it's still my time
I don't know why they act tough online, I see them outside and they ain't say nada
Soon as you say "On sight," we looking for you like some vintage Prada
Looking for you like some archive pieces
Jealousy in the ends
They hate when you become successful, but in the trenches, we were all friends
How long we tryna pretend? I know they love to see me do well
But only when it benefits them, is it about money or is it about girls?
Either way, I'm threatening men
C just texted diligent yeah, 'cos the outfit making sense
I told him it costs to be the boss
And to be this fly, it's the same expense
[Verse 2]
And we just went triple platinum, check the digits (Yeah-yeah!)
Most these bruddas is tired and washed up, bro, but they won't admit it
How many times have I dumbed it down to make a boy feel like he's on my level?
And I ain't talking about kettles, I ain't talking about precious metals
I'm talking about taking a year out, still I can't see no competition
Can't see anyone threatening my position
Told D I need a chauffeur 'cos I'm so driven
Should be in the back seat with both hands free
Right hand making plays on the iPhone
And my left hand gripping on a BB, it's me!
[Verse 3]
Praise the Lord for the life I'm living
Big Smoke Records, alive and kicking
Dinner in Milan with the finest women
And none of us sexing, nah, I'm just chilling
Your taste level is my waste level
You ain't never heard of the wine I'm sipping
Heard you say this year's your year
Then you better hurry up, boy, time is ticking
[Chorus]
I need a card that don't decline, every day's a party
I'm with my bruddas and my choppers and my chargies
And we still same, ain't nothing changed except the car keys
Vroom, vroom
[Chorus]
I told her to gas me up, I need the gasoline
I'm tryna slide it in, just like a cash machine
I made a milli on this phone with a cracked screen
So don't beat around the bush, please, say what you mean
[Chorus]
Every day's a party
I'm with my bruddas and my choppers and my chargies
And ain't nothing changed except the car keys
[Chorus]
I told her to gas me up, I need the gasoline
I'm tryna slide it in, just like a cash machine
I made a milli on this phone with a cracked screen
So don't beat around the bush, please, say what you mean
Written by: Cardo Got Wings, Skepta, Thatguynamedjalen
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