RV, Headie One - Cinderella lyrics

[RV, Headie One - Cinderella lyrics]

Little bro lost a boot, Cinderella
Lifestyle’s like a movie, no Interstellar
Anytime I get that drop
I be posted up like a selfie
Me and Headz like Freddie and Jason and we
Treat the opp block like Elm Street
All of this work in the T
I do that up ‘til I’m wealthy
Hit the opp block and apply that pressure
I ran man down I’m healthy
I got faith my ting won’t jam
This 44 long won’t fail me
I put 6 in your back like Koscielny
I’m a Hazard like I play for Chelsea

Re-up on bit's of both
Feds try do me for conspiracy
How they talking leading role?
Luckily I wear these gloves
I could never leave my prints on those
Can't mix pleasure with business
I've gotta leave this bitch on hold
One day I can twin these rambos
Next day me and Tugg twin these poles
Lean out the ride tryna hold that steady
I ain't gotta swing this pole
Pigs want the Gs on one day I'm fresh home
Next day I'm chinging and skeng those goals
Me and RV on the opp block
That's Dwight Yorke and Andrew Cole
I told RV just slap it in reverse
Been tryna put man on a t-shirt
Tryna take man's blood home on
This tonight 'cos finders keepers
I'll wrap both hands 'round a 4s
And spin it like DJ Grevious re-up on loads
Lose weight and still ain't gone
Down to a medium
They ask how I ain't got more previous
Must be a genius
Skeng blow like balloons on helium
The whole gang far from lenient
Went from auto spinners and leaners
To servery workers and cleaners
That's gum from heaters
To using pipes as heaters

Little bro lost a boot, Cinderella
Lifestyle’s like a movie, no Interstellar
Anytime I get that drop
I be posted up like a selfie
Me and Headz like Freddie and Jason and we
Treat the opp block like Elm Street
All of this work in the T
I do that up ‘til I’m wealthy
Hit the opp block and apply that pressure
I ran man down I’m healthy
I got faith my ting won’t jam
This 44 long won’t fail me
I put 6 in your back like Koscielny
I’m a Hazard like I play for Chelsea

Came outta jail
Got me a shank and a sim card
Score points on the opps
Then I just dab like I’m Lingard
Had no beans on my canteen sheet
Now I eat steak and lobster
Just re'd up on budge
And bro did a yay like Drogba
Put 6 in your back like Pogba
Real life shit no soccer
Jump out do man proper
Stainless steel for the rambo
But you know that the shells are copper
Wave sticks like Harry Potter
Drive through Wood Green with the Big Mac
And I go BK for a whopper
Got a Lyca sim in my Nokia
And I make sure the battery's full
My plug just gave me a brick
He already knows that it's manageable
I used to wipe dust off of scales
This time 'round I'm bagging it all
You was selling sweets in the playground
And I had draws I was trapping in school
Rule number 1, fiends don't come to the crib
Tell 'em just wait where you are
Or meet me under the bridge
I do the trap ting properly
I shot white and I shot b
Moving all of this weight
I had to tell my worker to spot me

Little bro lost a boot, Cinderella
Lifestyle’s like a movie, no Interstellar
Anytime I get that drop
I be posted up like a selfie
Me and Headz like Freddie and Jason and we
Treat the opp block like Elm Street
All of this work in the T
I do that up ‘til I’m wealthy
Hit the opp block and apply that pressure
I ran man down I’m healthy
I got faith my ting won’t jam
This 44 long won’t fail me
I put 6 in your back like Koscielny
I’m a Hazard like I play for Chelsea

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