Scribz Riley, Headie One - Impress Me lyrics

Ayy, yo

I got these golden ones in the VIP
All tryna impress me
And they don't want me for me,  if
They can't have me
Then they'll have my bredrin
And they don't love me for me
 they probably just love my necklace
If they can't press me, then I go, Presley
Elvis this bad B sendin' me selfies
Pretend it's about red velvet course she⁠
Course she didn't forget to go
Get her self in
I was on Portland, Durham, Thameside
She ain't know me when I was in Feltham
Still love when they buck me in person
From all of the gyaldem

She don't want me for me
That's why there's makeup all
Over the foreign she see me in D'n'G, oh
Now we got suttin' in common
She said that I'm puttin' on weight
Where were you when I was
Puttin' on weight from porridge?
She probably wouldn't eat with me if
It wasn't steak and lobster
She see me in expensive Jeeps
(Jeeps) , wanna hop in
Would you have walked with me when
I had to walk to college
She wanna talk about the weekend
Not 'bout my problems
All I talk is drugs, guns, commas (Commas)
You're a good girl, why you wanna
Be around with the drillers, shottas?
You don't wanna be at the shootouts but
When we're out in the summer, topless
And she don't want me for me
She ain't got options
This nigga next to me got bread
And a whole lotta watches

I got these golden ones in the VIP
All tryna impress me
And they don't want me for me
If they can't have me
Then they'll have my bredrin
And they don't love me for me
They probably just love my necklace
If they can't press me, then I go, Presley
Elvis this bad B sendin' me selfies
Pretend it's about red velvet course she⁠
Course she didn't forget to go
Get her self in
I was on Portland, Durham, Thameside
She ain't know me when I was in Feltham
Still love when they buck me in person
From all of the gyaldem

She don't want me for me
I clocked her and now she wanna beef with me
She don't wanna be seen with me if it
Ain't in the passy of the GLE
She don't want matching feelings
She wanna match double G's with me
She wanna go swing P's, but
Wouldn't touch the ends, do a re with me
She wanna do it officially with me
But if I weren't lit, she'll leave
She wanna press me
Pressed on a Championship team
She don't want me for me
She just want the wads in my Diesel jeans
That's the only thing she sees in me
She don't want me for me

I got these golden ones in the VIP
All tryna impress me
And she don't want me for me
Then she probably had Headie, already
Bust down my neck, yeah
Now she thinks I'm sexy
Wanna do Nelly and Kelly
But that's a dilemma, ahh
Oh, nah, nah nah nah
Girl, you gotta do better, uh uh
There's no pressure (No pressure)

I got these golden ones in the VIP
All tryna impress me
And they don't want me for me
If they can't have me
Then they'll have my bredrin
And they don't love me for me
They probably just love my necklace
If they can't press me, then I go, Presley
Elvis this bad B sendin' me selfies
Pretend it's about red velvet course she⁠
Course she didn't forget to go
Get her self in
I was on Portland, Durham, Thameside
She ain't know me when I was in Feltham
Still love when they buck me in person
From all of the gyaldem