You know I put my all in
Bro stands in the back of a rave with a shank he's boring
You're way too boring
You remind me of bk chat London to much talking
Way too much talking
This sweet one lives to far don't think I wanna pay for her Uber home
Bros still smelling like weed but the eediyats thinking he smells of cologne
Don't moan, when I don't pick up my phone just leave me alone
When I say that I want these bands, ain't nuttin like Rolling Stones
Look what we done
Should've took weeks but did it in one
Thick girl impressive bum
Hit that like festive drum
Look what we did
Back so big, could never be hid
Last night I could call it a school run
Cos you know that she came for the kid
Stop calling me I'll be right there in 5
Even though I'm an hour away
Don't you know that I love that lie
One day Im screaming forgiveness then next day I'll hate your life
And mum never said I'd be president
And that's good cos mum was right
No holding me back
Strong and black
Made to adapt
Hate when they get way to attached
I like peace but like to react
Violations not a thing you banter
So if a man does slander
Better catch it early like cancer
If they eat at the table with me then you know that's gang
This steak is a little bit tough, dash that fork I'm using my hand
Not everyday slang and slaughter
Don't you know I'm a classy man
So don't offer me glass of water
Put champagne glass in hand
I takes sips N go
Mans not scared of sticks and stones
Different Bros can't mix with those
Got them man on tips N toes
We're meant to be hot
Doing okay but to you it's a lot
Who's telling me what
My circles small like a penalty spot
Most certainly
Peng tings still wants parts of we
I like that girl, she hardens me
Then comes for the wood like carpentry
Like pardon me, bring respeck when tarrk to me
You can play with he, but can't play with me
I put my all in
She just stands in the back of the rave with friends she's boring
You're way too boring
You remind me of bkchat London too much talking
Way too much talking