Ghetts - Slumdog Millionaire lyrics
Ghetts [Justin Clarke Samuel]
[Ghetts - Slumdog Millionaire lyrics]
Ganga cha Yamuna chaiva Godavari Saraswati
Slumdog millionaire
Glovebox filled up with gear
Mum's not in no arrears
Fuck ups, this is my year
Yo, gunshot inna di air gunshot inna di air
Yo, gunshot inna di air slumdog millionaire
I told my man I've got a motive
I just met some old white
Man who wears loafers
What? He said it's too good
To be true though
But if it goes like that, bonus
Instant money, shipment coming
Me, you, Winston, Sonny
This time next week, Kingston, Surrey
Driver, keep the engine running coming
Hot like an Indian curry running
Can't stop, I'm in a Linford hurry gully
Who the fuck won't Winston duppy? Bun him
Send him back home saying England's cruddy
It's nuttin'
Top boy, man are thinking Sully gunning
Big darg in this ting, me nuh puppy
Slumdog millionaire
Glovebox filled up with gear
Mum's not in no arrears
Fuck ups, this is my year
Yo, gunshot inna di air gunshot inna di air
Yo, gunshot inna di air slumdog millionaire
Man came back with the belly
I told the big man "take
That when you're ready"
Equal split's, I just made my people rich
Let's celebrate that with some Henny
Then lie low, tell no one, try know
I don't trust no iPhone
If you wan' get something off your chest
Tell someone who's deaf with a blindfold
I'm ice cold five-O on the high road
But I ain't got nuttin' on me
Lightbulb giro my bro
If you go, I go
You already know man grew up on
"If you blow, I blow" if you owe, I owe
Cheers to my right hand man
Where you going, fam? Pluto, I roll
My nigga since two-tone ice poles
Slumdog millionaire
Glovebox filled up with gear
Mum's not in no arrears
Fuck ups, this is my year
Yo, gunshot inna di air gunshot inna di air
Yo, gunshot inna di air slumdog millionaire
Slumdog millionaire
Glovebox filled up with gear
Mum's not in no arrears
Fuck ups, this is my year
Yo, gunshot inna di air gunshot inna di air
Yo, gunshot inna di air slumdog millionaire
I told my man I've got a motive
I just met some old white
Man who wears loafers
What? He said it's too good
To be true though
But if it goes like that, bonus
Instant money, shipment coming
Me, you, Winston, Sonny
This time next week, Kingston, Surrey
Driver, keep the engine running coming
Hot like an Indian curry running
Can't stop, I'm in a Linford hurry gully
Who the fuck won't Winston duppy? Bun him
Send him back home saying England's cruddy
It's nuttin'
Top boy, man are thinking Sully gunning
Big darg in this ting, me nuh puppy
Slumdog millionaire
Glovebox filled up with gear
Mum's not in no arrears
Fuck ups, this is my year
Yo, gunshot inna di air gunshot inna di air
Yo, gunshot inna di air slumdog millionaire
Man came back with the belly
I told the big man "take
That when you're ready"
Equal split's, I just made my people rich
Let's celebrate that with some Henny
Then lie low, tell no one, try know
I don't trust no iPhone
If you wan' get something off your chest
Tell someone who's deaf with a blindfold
I'm ice cold five-O on the high road
But I ain't got nuttin' on me
Lightbulb giro my bro
If you go, I go
You already know man grew up on
"If you blow, I blow" if you owe, I owe
Cheers to my right hand man
Where you going, fam? Pluto, I roll
My nigga since two-tone ice poles
Slumdog millionaire
Glovebox filled up with gear
Mum's not in no arrears
Fuck ups, this is my year
Yo, gunshot inna di air gunshot inna di air
Yo, gunshot inna di air slumdog millionaire