Little Dee, P Money - Back To Back lyrics
[Little Dee, P Money - Back To Back lyrics]
There's only one me
You ain't gotta tell me I knew this
I'm active, you ain't gotta help me
I'm healthy
Kings row, sitting in Chelsea, bell me
Tipsy in the bedlam with the wealthy
What's that on the table, LP
Magnum, rose, next up LV
Wifey looking all spicey, Mel B
Like I do it for the yute
Them do it for the elderly
OG'z sitting up OT
Out there, in and out cool, like Kobi
You know me, real ghetto boy like Coley
Feet up sitting in the ends, cosy
I got a new young gunner, Iwobi
Keep the mash in doors, Toasty
Nobody Owe me, Quaglife chose me
I wanna carvery, phone up Toby
Yo G, man a OG, man knows me
OG'z over the top, Mans OB
Labels getting dropped out no Sony
2 jabs from a OG, man OD
Hook mask on, not bo peep
I was OT with Catz, mans Mogely
Need help with the target, Fam phone me
Last year, I hit my last 3, mans Kobe
Duglife, got em sitting upright
Grinding for the whole day, and I'm up night
Some nights, bust more shots than a gun fight
Please don't talk in my car, Bug life
I've had enough of west end, up tight
I don't xlub right, I used to club light
I'm in boozers, filling up hooters
One more Stella Artois, it's a pub fight
Pub fight, we could swing now til sunrise
No guys, with no jobs or love life
Drive with a burner, hashtag glove life
2 packs in the boot, this is all thug life
Tell em that's only one side, glovelife
Text little D, what's the club like
Said it's bopping, I said yeah
He said mums life
Now I'm rapping this thing
Getting tongue tied
Say mate, everybody vacate
Man normally go sleep, when I haymake
Man chat shit, hit em with a bang like AJ
Worst ways
Hit em with a bottle like Dave Haye
I'm ok mate, woke up a day late
Lagbo drunk with the girls from babestache
Brandy, all in my blood like Ray J
Sex tape, oh wait, no wait, Mayday
Mayday wouldn't even do it if he paid mate
Labels wanna feature, I charge AK
Couple minutes on my JDZ, AK
Cos all my tunes get a pull-up like Jaykae's
I still remember the Grade A's
Back then it wasn't Lidl, there was safeways
Grinding hard, making my own payday
I was shottin food from my house
Doing takeaways
Waving, man a sailing
Got old bill on the pavement, tailing
It's draining, but I gotta keep trading
No days in, money got a keep making
No, shaving when I'm raving
It's a beard gang, on a bathing, ape ting
No saving, bottles come out the casing
Heart racing, wish that I woulda stayed in
With the girl, they'll be loved up
On a drake ting
But, I can't, cause I got money to be making
Got a car and bike, for the summer day ting
It's not a public transting, I'm not Caitlin
I'm, so A M A zing, back in school
I was roll deep taping
Ten man deep, leave a whole crew blazing
All my enemies are bread, for the baking
It's
Baking, man a baker
Got tech like Neymar, elevator
Wanna turn up, been about since Deja
Nowadays man spin an mc, on a radar was
Me and craver, on the Sega
When the sheets got rager, cos of paper
Got baiter, now man want a favour
Little D and P money the Originator
Demonstrata, merking man are A Class
Shotting A class, in trees, for the paper
Like saber, tell a man see ya later
Been callin ma girls, X men, Xsaviour
Since, back when I had a pager
Top player, FIFA, we could wager
Don't play up, David haymaker
Man are getting permed out
In the straightener
You ain't gotta tell me I knew this
I'm active, you ain't gotta help me
I'm healthy
Kings row, sitting in Chelsea, bell me
Tipsy in the bedlam with the wealthy
What's that on the table, LP
Magnum, rose, next up LV
Wifey looking all spicey, Mel B
Like I do it for the yute
Them do it for the elderly
OG'z sitting up OT
Out there, in and out cool, like Kobi
You know me, real ghetto boy like Coley
Feet up sitting in the ends, cosy
I got a new young gunner, Iwobi
Keep the mash in doors, Toasty
Nobody Owe me, Quaglife chose me
I wanna carvery, phone up Toby
Yo G, man a OG, man knows me
OG'z over the top, Mans OB
Labels getting dropped out no Sony
2 jabs from a OG, man OD
Hook mask on, not bo peep
I was OT with Catz, mans Mogely
Need help with the target, Fam phone me
Last year, I hit my last 3, mans Kobe
Duglife, got em sitting upright
Grinding for the whole day, and I'm up night
Some nights, bust more shots than a gun fight
Please don't talk in my car, Bug life
I've had enough of west end, up tight
I don't xlub right, I used to club light
I'm in boozers, filling up hooters
One more Stella Artois, it's a pub fight
Pub fight, we could swing now til sunrise
No guys, with no jobs or love life
Drive with a burner, hashtag glove life
2 packs in the boot, this is all thug life
Tell em that's only one side, glovelife
Text little D, what's the club like
Said it's bopping, I said yeah
He said mums life
Now I'm rapping this thing
Getting tongue tied
Say mate, everybody vacate
Man normally go sleep, when I haymake
Man chat shit, hit em with a bang like AJ
Worst ways
Hit em with a bottle like Dave Haye
I'm ok mate, woke up a day late
Lagbo drunk with the girls from babestache
Brandy, all in my blood like Ray J
Sex tape, oh wait, no wait, Mayday
Mayday wouldn't even do it if he paid mate
Labels wanna feature, I charge AK
Couple minutes on my JDZ, AK
Cos all my tunes get a pull-up like Jaykae's
I still remember the Grade A's
Back then it wasn't Lidl, there was safeways
Grinding hard, making my own payday
I was shottin food from my house
Doing takeaways
Waving, man a sailing
Got old bill on the pavement, tailing
It's draining, but I gotta keep trading
No days in, money got a keep making
No, shaving when I'm raving
It's a beard gang, on a bathing, ape ting
No saving, bottles come out the casing
Heart racing, wish that I woulda stayed in
With the girl, they'll be loved up
On a drake ting
But, I can't, cause I got money to be making
Got a car and bike, for the summer day ting
It's not a public transting, I'm not Caitlin
I'm, so A M A zing, back in school
I was roll deep taping
Ten man deep, leave a whole crew blazing
All my enemies are bread, for the baking
It's
Baking, man a baker
Got tech like Neymar, elevator
Wanna turn up, been about since Deja
Nowadays man spin an mc, on a radar was
Me and craver, on the Sega
When the sheets got rager, cos of paper
Got baiter, now man want a favour
Little D and P money the Originator
Demonstrata, merking man are A Class
Shotting A class, in trees, for the paper
Like saber, tell a man see ya later
Been callin ma girls, X men, Xsaviour
Since, back when I had a pager
Top player, FIFA, we could wager
Don't play up, David haymaker
Man are getting permed out
In the straightener