Top Songs By Yungen
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yungen
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clive Brooks
Composer
Harry James Byart
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harry James Byart
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hey whoa
This bent peak cap got me lookin' like the light-skinned Skepta
In that drop top Merc, yeah I've come a long way from that Vectra
You and I know I'm the best, I ain't gotta give you no lecture
They think they know me, they ain't got a clue though
They better find an inspector
Wait, I have to rub my jaw
Man tryna draw me out, are they sure?
What did you think I signed my deal then shotted my burners?
Dickhead, I went and bought more
44 in the four door
(Boom) Run on mate
Hand keeps telling me to roll safe
I just have to tell him "Come on mate"
I don't think you're listening, come on mate
Catch me slipping, that's a one-off mate
Make tunes for the roads, make tunes for the girl
Then I dropped the tape, then I upped the rate (What)
I do it for the gang yeah, do it for the cam
The sideman's got six figures in his bank
First class, yeah I made my stamp
In the airport, smellin' like dank
[Verse 2]
Tracksuit and my sliders, yeah I'm comfy
All the girl dem love me, yeah I'm comfy
I'm tryna stack my P's and look after mumzy
All of the dog dem trust me, 'cause I'm comfy
Man's comfy, man's comfy
Man's comfy, all of the girl dem love me
Man's comfy, man's comfy
Man's comfy, all of the dog dem trust me
[Verse 3]
Yo, man wanna talk about me at the MOBOs like I ain't earned it
Man wanna talk about my nomination like I don't deserve it (What)
Man wanna bring me down, I know man was happy with the verdict
How I didn't win something for "Ain't On Nuttin"
Blood, pour me a tea, man's Kermit
But shout out Section, better winners over my section
Man know everything lock off when I come through with a pengting
Play Dirty, Wicked Skeng ting, you already know it's an ends ting
Twitter finger coming at me blood, I'll have man trending
What, I'm the YG and the OG (OG)
Could've bought a chain and a Roley (Roley)
We are not the same, you don't know me
Man bust a one shot and they think they're Tony
Fam, I spent an arm and a leg on this Stoney
That's why the arm and the leg it says "Stoney"
Yeah man's comfy, yeah man's cozy
Yeah man's cool, but a man can't phone me
[Verse 4]
Tracksuit and my sliders, yeah I'm comfy
All the girl dem love me, yeah I'm comfy
I'm tryna stack my P's and look after mumzy
All of the dog dem trust me, 'cause I'm comfy
Man's comfy, man's comfy
Man's comfy, all of the girl dem love me
Man's comfy, man's comfy
Man's comfy, all of the dog dem trust me
[Verse 5]
Yeah, got my hoodie and my ballie on
Go and link her with my Addies on
Tell a fuck boy "Yeah carry on"
Done too much to make a happy song
All the mad ting the roads had me on
Tryna prove daddy wrong
Up now, yeah I need a Grammy, don
Hoodie in the alley, what's Sanny on?
Took my G, where's Swammy gone?
They ask where Scrappy's from
0-1-6-1, Manny don
Took my G, where's Swammy gone?
Up now, tryna win a Grammy, don
Tell a fuck boy "Yeah carry on"
Comfy, yeah I got my hoodie and my ballie on
[Verse 6]
Man's comfy, man's comfy
Man's comfy, all of the girl dem love me
Man's comfy, man's comfy
Man's comfy, all of the dog dem trust me
Written by: Clive Brooks, Harry James Byart