FIFA

Oi

Yeah

She believe my song should be on FIFA

Can't deny myself of you either

Keeping God real close, no Justin Bieber

I reply to her just to tease her

I've been so damn high off sativa

UK Cali strains tend to be a creeper

I took blame for our mistakes

I just want to see you rage

Sex pistol in Lyle & Scott

Middle-class ting, no Pixie Lott

Scared to show her to my mates

But she want my second name

Yeah, ooh

How you gonna do me like that? (Yeah)

You should really face the facts (Face the facts, yeah)

I could put you on the map (Oh-oh)

Yeah, ooh

How you gonna do me like that? (Yeah)

I'm the one who could put you on the map

So how you gonna do me like that?

I'm a great British sicko, no Santan Dave (Yeah)

Faith, I can never lose faith (Yeah)

Don't drink the Kool-Aid no matter what they say (Matter what they say)

Don't need a vaccine, can never let them gas me (Bullshit)

That's why I move anti

I'm in the fast lane in a black taxi

I holler boss man to roll the windows down

We're smoking that good shit, yeah, that Reggie Yates (Yeah)

Sex pistol in Lyle & Scott

Middle-class ting, no Pixie Lott (Ayy)

Scared to show her to my mates (Can't show her)

But she want my second name

Yeah, ooh

How you gonna do me like that?

You should really face the facts (Face the facts, uh)

I could put you on the map

Yeah, ooh

How you gonna do me like that?

I'm the one who could put you on the map

So how you gonna do me like that?

Yeah, ooh

How you gonna do me like that?

You should really face the facts (Facts)

I could put you on the map (Come on)

Yeah, ooh

How you gonna do me like that?

I'm the one who could put you on the map

So how you gonna do me like that?