Council Flat - M Huncho

Council Flat - M Huncho

Альбом
48 Hours EP
Год
2018
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
175500

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Council Flat

M Huncho

All black trackie make you nauseous

Brick so fleeky, yeah, she flawless

Around so many trees, it be feelin' like a forest

Yeah, and I do it like I’m lawless

I do it, large portions

Vacuum seal the plastic now it’s lookin' gorgeous

Supplyin' crisp packets, yeah it ain’t no walkers

Stay away from bitchy jiggas, they just talkers

Reminiscing times, billin' su’um in a Raw riz

And they got no money, yeah, they can’t afford this

Uh, they can’t afford piss

These jiggas entertain gyal, they do up French kiss

I do up nastiness, she give my dick her full lips

Full lips, bando boy, tell my young G, hold it

Sunday night, break a pack, I kick some ball quick

And we don’t forfeit, came up through the losses

Make a toast, yeah, we raise our glasses

Council flat and I’m waitin' on my homie

He just got the Re and this ain’t homie

If we ain’t got no relations, please don’t phone me

I don’t want no fake yutes, I’d rather do up lonely, yeah

I’d rather do up lonely

I’m with Facey, I’m with Tony

Got this paper, it’s all on me

Leave a paper trail on me, yeah

You can smell the paper on me, yeah

Roll with a couple, I’m still sucker free

Need that large portion, stack lookin' Philly cheese

In an empty car park curly ting she suckin' me

No names, no shame, we all sinners

So Ima use a code name

She’s Francesca, she’s from London

She ain’t Leicester and I tell her that my name is

Alessandro with the Nesta

Trappin' in Fiestas

Making money, have fiestas

Until then I can’t rest cuz nah

Black and yellow, I ain’t Wiz cuz

Uh, Huncho givin' out these big buds

Theres cologne so this bud we can’t stink of

I see police so we going for quick runs

Council flat and I’m waitin' on my homie

He just got the Re and this ain’t homie

If we ain’t got no relations, please don’t phone me

I don’t want no fake yutes, I’d rather do up lonely, yeah

I’d rather do up lonely

I’m with Facey, I’m with Tony

Got this paper, it’s all on me

Leave a paper trail only, yeah

You can smell the paper on me, yeah

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