Chip - Rack City (cover) lyrics
[Chip - Rack City cover lyrics]
Fuck tru religion catch me
In some cheap jeans power to the people but
My favourite colour green
Arsenal and tottenham it's all the same to me
Cos my n from spurs are
The gunners in my team
Birds tweet chatting shit and never follow up
Fuck them I got more cash than followers
My teams tight I don’t need new friends g
But me and that block button getting friendly
In the club gimmie space fam
You know them white girls love
Me like fake tan yea I’m a made man
Look at what I made man
Team UK I’m a household name fam
Please Lord forgive my sins
Yea I over think and over drink
In the club me I might order Magnums
But my gangster friends might bring one in
Ah yeah we in this bitch n you just bitch n
Cos u a bitch n
Fuck these MC’s and their punchlines
I got bars like girls I just dump mine
Anytime on any beat I choose
And I bet I can beat any beat I choose
Don’t make me pick your chick
Cos my point to prove
Pussy I can have u dropped if I point at you
Yea i’m on this TOWIE ting fam it's no joke
Tryna swap the second P with
A K in Lauren Pope
Never drown in pussy me I stay afloat
Play Noahs ark till I sink ya boat
Ya still living with ya mum
You ain't a big man
I never hear you and ya team do it big fam
Play false hair and get one
Up in your wig fam
Were all inked up but you got shit tatts
And the hot girls know what I’m on
Doggy till ya bottom goes red louboutin
You might even get a pair if you cook good
I tell a model it ain't enough to look good
Dead wrong thinking my games up
MC’s paying for views the games fucked
For running up ya beak have you duck taped up
Middle finger up in ya chick who gives a fuck
Say it how it is I don’t give two shit's
I’m on this Caribbean tip but
Shout out the Brit's
I use your album cover just to out my spliffs
And I go inside out if them man go in yea!
In some cheap jeans power to the people but
My favourite colour green
Arsenal and tottenham it's all the same to me
Cos my n from spurs are
The gunners in my team
Birds tweet chatting shit and never follow up
Fuck them I got more cash than followers
My teams tight I don’t need new friends g
But me and that block button getting friendly
In the club gimmie space fam
You know them white girls love
Me like fake tan yea I’m a made man
Look at what I made man
Team UK I’m a household name fam
Please Lord forgive my sins
Yea I over think and over drink
In the club me I might order Magnums
But my gangster friends might bring one in
Ah yeah we in this bitch n you just bitch n
Cos u a bitch n
Fuck these MC’s and their punchlines
I got bars like girls I just dump mine
Anytime on any beat I choose
And I bet I can beat any beat I choose
Don’t make me pick your chick
Cos my point to prove
Pussy I can have u dropped if I point at you
Yea i’m on this TOWIE ting fam it's no joke
Tryna swap the second P with
A K in Lauren Pope
Never drown in pussy me I stay afloat
Play Noahs ark till I sink ya boat
Ya still living with ya mum
You ain't a big man
I never hear you and ya team do it big fam
Play false hair and get one
Up in your wig fam
Were all inked up but you got shit tatts
And the hot girls know what I’m on
Doggy till ya bottom goes red louboutin
You might even get a pair if you cook good
I tell a model it ain't enough to look good
Dead wrong thinking my games up
MC’s paying for views the games fucked
For running up ya beak have you duck taped up
Middle finger up in ya chick who gives a fuck
Say it how it is I don’t give two shit's
I’m on this Caribbean tip but
Shout out the Brit's
I use your album cover just to out my spliffs
And I go inside out if them man go in yea!