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[Verse 1]
All black trackie may you nauseous
Brick so fleeky, yeah, she flawless
Around so many trees, it be feeling like a forest
Yeah, and I do it like I'm lawless
[Verse 2]
I do it large portions
Vacuum seal the plastic, now it's looking gorgeous
Supplying crisp packets, yeah, they the Walkers
Stay away from bitchy jiggas, they just talkers
[Verse 3]
Reminiscing times, billing suttin' in a Raw riz
And he got no money, yeah, you can't afford this
Uh, they can't afford piss
[Verse 4]
These jiggas entertain, gyal, they do a 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
[Verse 5]
And we don't forfeit
Came up through the losses
Make a toast, yeah, we raise our glasses
[Verse 6]
Council flat and I'm waiting on my homie
He just got the Re and this ain't homie
If we got no relations, please don't phone me
I don't want no fake yutes, I'd rather do up lonely, yeah
[Verse 7]
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
[Verse 8]
Roll with a couple, I'm still sucker free
Need that large portion, stacked looking Philly cheese
In an empty car park curly ting she sucking me
No names, no shame, we all sinners
[Verse 9]
So I'ma 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
Trapping in Fiestas
[Verse 10]
Making money, have fiestas
Until then I can't 'cause, nah
Black and yellow, I ain't Wiz cuz
Uh, Huncho giving out these big buds
There's cologne so this bud we can't stink of
I see police so we going for quick runs
[Verse 11]
Council flat and I'm waiting on my homie
He just got the Re and this ain't homie
If we got no relations, please don't phone me
I don't want no fake yutes, I'd rather do up lonely, yeah
[Verse 12]
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
Written by: Mujtaba Khan
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