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Louis Hartley
Louis Hartley
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Lyrics

I moved left when they went right, I don't really trust you lot (I can't)
You said it was love but it weren't all that, and that love got lost (Ugh)
Pull up expensive buss-through spots, I gotta cut you off
They're too online, ain't been outside, step out and feel the frost (Cold)
New shape Range, I'm makin' plays, Rolex watch and Carti' frames
You spin my head like CDJs, I been around, ain't new to games
I stereotype, you're all the same, do these drugs, they fry my brain (Agh)
I count up cash and do it again, then I do it again (Again)
The people I'm with don't take no photos, t-shirt plain, no logo (Chill)
Beach club settin's, just wiped out Polo, I want it all, that's total (Ha)
She knew my face, she seen my photos, I say my shit, I'm vocal (Say it)
She like my voice, she wantin' a phone call, I'm in the mix like Pro Tools (In the mix)
Missoni towels, Bottega sliders, car same colour as fivers (Ha)
Interior black, teeth white like china, cuttin' up lines with a licence
Oakley glasses, lookin' like a biker, MDMA on my rider (Ugh)
Made in England, this chick from China, steerin' wheel, that's carbon fibre (Ah)
CDG on my back, no football shirt, got three on my back (Three on my back)
I'm all-new babe, I ain't fillin' the gap, this shit so boring, I'm feelin' to nap
I'm a new classic, add L to rap
White and blue, I'm bringin' it back (Back)
Kris Van Assche, Dior on my lap
Right off the runway straight to a track
I moved left when they went right, I don't really trust you lot (I can't)
You said it was love but it weren't all that, and that love got lost (Ugh)
Pull up expensive buss-through spots, I gotta cut you off
They're too onlinem ain't been outside, step out and feel the frost (Cold)
New shape Range, I'm makin' plays, Rolex watch and Carti' frames
You spin my head like CDJs, I been around, ain't new to games
I stereotype, you're all the same, do these drugs, they fry my brain (Agh)
I count up cash and do it again, then I do it again (Again)
Call Suite Nine for the watches, airin' her, now she callin' me toxic (Ugh)
Flyin' right now and I'm in the cockpit, look up and watch it (Look up and watch)
But Northern is tellin' me I bust it, you ain't seen shit yet, keep on watchin' (Haha!)
I'm in the crowd, ain't bothered 'bout boxes, big Moncler and a hood for foxes (Brr)
Tell me I changed, you never knew me before (What?)
Didn't wanna open up, so I put on my boots and booted the door (Bow)
I hope that settled the score, 'cause I'm gettin' in mine and I get it for sure (That's facts)
With this PLT and she dressin' gâcher, but money me and more (Mwah)
Know my roots and where I come from, proud I was born in London (Yughh)
Moved outside went collie by the junction, I was inside with tickets in the function
Too many pills and my brain don't function, like how can I trust 'em (How?)
Thought it was love but it must be lustin', this game's disgusting
I moved left when they went right, I don't really trust you lot (I can't)
You said it was love but it weren't all that, and that love got lost (Ugh)
Pull up expensive buss-through spots, I gotta cut you off
They're too online, ain't been outside, step out and feel the frost (Cold)
New shape Range, I'm makin' plays, Rolex watch and Carti' frames
You spin my head like CDJs, I been around, ain't new to games
I stereotype, you're all the same, do these drugs, they fry my brain (Agh)
I count up cash and do it again, then I do it again (Again)
Then I do it again
Then I do it again
Then I do it again
Then I do it again
Written by: Louis Hartley
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