Lyrics Yungen – One Take (24 Freestyle)
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Anti, like RiRi man I move Anti
I control the field, I’m like Santi
I’ve got cake and a French ting I fancy
Yeah I got signed, now couple mans angry
I drink Ray on my Js, but tonight fuck that
Ask your sister, does she like Brandy?
In the seven with Stormz
Think I’m sweet, tell a brudda catch corn
Think you’re sweet, yeah girl gets drawn
Fuck Netflix, me and her watch porn
Big old Merc, I don’t need to sound my horn
Fresh from Jamaica, back from born
I got a big yard but I need Mo Stacks, make a fuckboy mow my lawn
Southside in this
Banging out Giggs in a whip
Oh oh shit
Man’s got your chick in a whip
Make her suck dick in a whip
Oh oh shit
S got the stick in the whip
Can of full clip in the whip
Oh oh shit
Nearly got nicked in the whip
Cah my dawg had a brick in the whip
I’m the one that the peng tings love, I’m the one that the boyfriends hate
I’m the one that will take your bae, then move on to her best mate
I’m the lightskin one with the line in my head, but I didn’t copy no Drake
Got a white bird that can twerk like Nicki, nah that’s a milk shake
Word to Joe, I’ve been on my Grind
Park that Range up on a double red line
Skrr skrr, Mo take that fine
Tell a fuckboy he can’t take my shine
These hoes tell, they can’t stay around mine
Wanted a Hublot when I turned eighteen, got one at twenty three, I take my time
Pull up to the rave in a mix
You better have the Right Guard on your Lynx
I ain’t got no hoes at my table, tell them go buy their own drinks
Tell them to get their own cab
They must have thought that man was their dad
They must have thought that man was their boyfriend
Instagram has turned these girls mad
Everybody talking that trap shit
But mum’s life, they all chat shit
I see them on the roads, I see them at the shows, and none of them ain’t on badness
Yeah they’re all fake, they’re all catfish
My ting Stay With Me, I call it Sam Smith
I got no trim, big old beard, got them looking at me funny in Gatwick
Man know I go Blind on a Daley
Are you Shaw this time you don’t rate me?
Yeah Man’s United, I’ve been on it from Young, I do a hundred Giggs and it pays me
What’s the Mata blud, are you crazy?
I got a Slim ting, but she’s Shady
She said I owe her, I made the Depay, now I got her calling Young baby
Bookey
Don’t take shots, you ain’t Rooney
I got a couple man that’s so gooney