Jet- jet black extensions, the north
Shes ghetto, can I trust her? Just met her
Don, don, don, don, don, don, don
She calls me, I'm piping
She's frosty, I like it
Champagne's on route
Moët and fruit, ah ah
Just got the news, no baby's due, nah nah
No peekaboo, o pink or blue
So, up all night 'til me head's off right
Get drunk, get high, get a fright
I'm wrapping it up, I'm wrapping it
They can never pay me enough
To settle it down and get these ladies up the Damien Duff
They wanna catch Eskimo
They want him to blow his muck
I'm sliding it in, then sliding it out
Jump in the whip head north then south
I know what she's all about
She hop on the mickey because of the clout
Whats in the account
But now she's texting telling me she's expecting
My pullout game is second to none
It couldn't be me who got you pregnant
The vest is bulletproof, not ladyproof
But if she's with me, best believe, she's gon' be babyproof
If you wanna be stuck with me
Well, you don't get stuck for free
You can't be stuck for cash again and that's the fucking fee
The vest is bulletproof, not ladyproof
But if she's with me, best believe, she's gon' be babyproof
If you wanna be stuck with me
Well, you don't get stuck for free
You can't be stuck for cash again and that's the fucking fee
Walked in my protection
If I never did, then I would be dead long
Tell me, where's your head gone?
You've a fucking neck, strong
Think we're fucking, then you're fucking dead wrong
Walked in my protection
If I never did, then I would be dead long
Tell me, where's your head gone?
You've a fucking neck, strong
Think we're fucking, then you're fucking dead wrong
The vest is bulletproof, not ladyproof
But if she's with me, best believe, she's gon' be babyproof
If you wanna be stuck with me
Well, you don't get stuck for free
You can't be stuck for cash again and that's the fucking fee
The vest is bulletproof, not ladyproof
But if she's with me, best believe, she's gon' be babyproof
If you wanna be stuck with me
Well, you don't get stuck for free
You can't be stuck for cash again and that's the fucking fee
Offica is that you?
Yea whats up?
I have a bit of news for ye. I'm 8 weeks pregant
And you're the only one I've had it in with
Woah, woah, slow down, Niamh, slow down, what's going on?
Yo
She want a label
But she don't bring nothing to the table
Telling lies that she has my baby just cause she wanna be my lady
She a bad b, she a diva, sweet one, señorita, mamacita
She's a bleedin' tick but the bodies thick
Shes a tricky one, I'm in a sticky one cause of my fucking mick
Started off with a cheeky Nando's
Back to mine for a cheeky tango
She said she got news, said a new baby is due
Man he's nowhere blue
If that's my kid man I need some proof
Theres no way that can be true
Vest on me baby, I'm bulletproof
If I had one, it wouldn't be with you
Look at the face, look at the nose, look at the eyes
I'm black and the baby's white
Must be having the laugh or smoking the spliff
That kid ain't mine, must be Casper's
Started to laugh, she started to cry
Like MJ she said I am the one but I'm not the father
He ain't my son
Like I can't just survive on the Children's Allowance like