Lyrics:
hot weather
I was a candidate for club 18-30
but I've been through all that shit before
British people in hot weather
That's it, I'm looking
destroyed their dream
A burnt out car and anarchy
A suppressed but united community
Kinja was the name of the
Island when it was British
The actual name was King
George The Third Island
But the islanders shortened that to
Kinja now
a crime
Man United's my team
I got pounds, got green
Roley on my wrist, pristine
In the car while I'm sipping on lean
Cuz I got big money
And the opps they
certain clubs, you still can glimpse
Matured or embryonic Blimps
Vivaciously speculating as to what became of who
They order pites and call for choder
certain clubs, you still can glimpse
Matured or embryonic Blimps
Vivaciously speculating as to what became of who
They order pites and call for choder
Yo
Ya'll in trouble
Better make it double
United with the squad, it's a Club Team Huddle
Ya'll in trouble
Better make it double
United with
a while
She likes access to your bank account
She likes dollars, pesos and british pounds
She likes money only in high amounts
Baby is cool she knows
I push a armored car wit enormous hearts
Nineteen inches, I'm not on the charts
Doc turnin' dark off a warning shot
Drive off and pop, six in ya
the zone (word?)
7 Mile and Foyer where a star was born (yeah)
United we stand, divided we swore (D12)
And hell yeah, I looked in my car (yeah)
Bitch, I
Brooks
Like ten cars, from Tahoe's to Windstars
I been hardly helped, let it sing God
Diminish, I'm a bull dog, breathing British
You ain't side cause
that's why I carry Mini-Me
I need fifty feet when my performance starts
I push a armored car wit ?Lauren Harts?
Nineteen inches, I'm not on the charts
Joni's lighthearted take on "London Bridge" was a crowd
pleaser in her mid-sixties club show,
before she signed her first recording contract.
This
in the place let's go!)
This is the way we roll
So mi waan everybody to throw dem up (Yep!)
Have yuh own a car key, throw dem up
Benz, Bima
gat, and he like switch-ons too
But, they shot two different cars right back-to-back (yeah, yeah)
Shoot the whole club up, don't call soon as you
a while
She likes access to your bank account
She likes dollars, she likes British pounds
She likes money only in high amounts
Baby's cool, she knows
you're a rockstar
My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is
man's job, ya dig
I hope you're ready for the consequences and reprocussions that you're mouth got the rest of your body into
(No homo) United States is
Generation of smokers banned from clubs and bars,
We got bus lanes but we all drive cars!
[Xain]
Cwmbran and Swindon too,
This world belongs to you,
From
a while
She likes access to your bank account
She likes dollars, she likes British pounds
She likes money only in high amounts
Baby, she cool she
strength
So i could win, just like we do play it
My mind goes to LAS-Vegas
City of united state
I'm walking down at the night club street just like i see
Sir Winston Churchill, British Prime Minister
Indira Ghandi, India, Prime Minister
Genghis Kahn, Mongol Conquerer
Haile Selassie, Ethiopia, Emperor
à ton combo ici c'est top stoko
Depuis le temps qu'on lère-ga
Pour poser chez toi d'ripa
J't'envoies du son bien d'chez moi
Car pour moi trop souvent
fire
Purple cush by the pound
Ask my dog Webbie
This is how it goes down
From my hood to yo' hood
Man, we making money
In the club we poppin'
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