Lyrics
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Sweet boy flex gyal had me on gluten
I seen trap life shit that's gruesome
We exist in the soup for the croutons
Fuck stepping in sauce been repping in war
Now he's really got blood on his 'boutins
Want wifey but fuck with the loose ones
Dem gyal gassed coz a mans got a goose on
Dem gyal gassed coz a mans got a moose on
Only L's I know they come widda V that's Vuitton
I was sitting on bus now we sitting in coupes
I could never change my name like roots
Roddy playing tunes on her box like juke
When we first met she 'ready had my yutes
First kiss and I had her induced
She kissed 2 pacs had my bishop in juice
Gyal chat shit just put 'em on mute
Man chat shit just put 'em in boots
She don't play no instruments
Now she's fluent in flute
Now it's Air Forces ones back then it was cortez
Brick life gangs back then it was quarters
You can end up in jail if you try cut corners
Thank fuck I grew into my forehead
Born with a mouth but I've never been Bournemouth
I'm old school like French and Saunders
Always on pitch you man are bench warmers
I don't fuck with feds or informants
Some man went broke some man are just ballers
No half way ting man always went all in
Sticky one still man always got caught in
I'm from west might find me in Dalston
If it's a money ting then I'm involved then
If it's a beef ting then I'm on rolling
Presidential shit they been voting
Gyal chat shit just put 'em on mute
Man chat shit just put 'em in boots
She don't play no instruments
Now she's fluent in flute
Written by: Andre Peter Phillip