ellesse, ellesse - Lee Scott, Black Josh

Yeah, yeah, uhh, yeah

Ellesse, ellesse, you best have the tracks if you’re tryna impress me

I just spent the last of me cash on me tracky instead of me lecky

While you was investin' in 'sace and ralph we was out gettin' messy

I’m not tryna look preppy

I wake up and sag with a sarn for me brekky

I had to rock Pod for a term and got pissed off cause people was mockin' em

I saved up for a year for them brown and green rockies and proper look boss in

them

Drownin' in compliments got too much flavour I don’t need no condiments

I’m not obnoxious it’s just that these spliffy jeans give me the confidence

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Ay you look fresh I blow me own trumpet like Dizzy Gillespie

Lost me self in this grey maze

From ellesse to helly’s and

To boot leg and save ways that got me way through life spendin' me days blazed

(Black Josh)

If the niggas weren’t there from the day go

They wouldn’t ever come to me like they know

I been a true G from a day old

Smoke my

Che Nine nine fives and nine fives now a man a nine fives workin' my nine five

they studio wanna recordin' my rhymes

Just a recluse yeah

He’s on it

Write shit out then share don’t sleep on it

Like an next man’s mattress with no sheet on it

We run it we won it we profit my boys made proof from it

Move a couple all same day

We on it

We ain’t got no nack we see profits

I’m ignorant the bitches can keep gossip

Don’t hear the need for it

I’m an ol' ting and I keep on it

Yeaaahhh

Ellesse Ellesse high street don’t impress me

I’m seein' these sisters and how they be dressin' yet this on my neck when

these bitches they trust me it’s cool I was sendin' them bitches to jesus

I been pimp since pimpin'

You a sissy like Pippin

I ain’t got no time to put aside for them sideline women cause

I’m about my business

(Both)

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Black Josh with Lee Scott on Blah records the label the levels we’re settin'

There’s other fellas but then man we enter the party they exit

The wicker hats making the upper class people feel timid and threatened

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