The Manor - Fuck Swag lyrics
[The Manor - Fuck Swag lyrics]
It's The Manor
Oi, oi
Saying fuck swag
I'm saying fuck swag
My clothes are so shit
Dodgy geezer cocky on a knees up
Give me one or two and I'll be necking like a litre
Heading southend in a forty seven seater
Shouting we ain't counting fellas saying we ain't either
I'm bring rap back in my Penge flat cap
Fuck the wave jumpers bumping Drizzy in a snap back
I'm looking caj in my lilac Primark rags
Not sweating getting vetting form the lads
So above it that I can't see clouds
I'm laughing at clowns in Armani gowns
Fake bake tarts ten a penny on the town
Grinding for a fiver still be liver than your sound
I ain't showered since 1993
I'm a dirty little cunt no-one is liver on the beat
No-one is waver than this raver fuck the hippies in the sea
I flip it on the mic so you can see that I'm deep
One pair of jeans every video you've seen
Mashed up vans and a thirty p tee
The only shirt I worry 'bout's what my team is
They're saying fuck swag I'm the only one who means it
I'm the only one who means it
They're saying fuck swag I'm the only one who means it
Trust me. He ain't lying
I don't give a fuck who's the realest
Ayo check the manouevur Monday down the boozer
I'm on the karaoke tryna cop for a cougar
She told me 'bout her age I couldn't give a fuck
Said it's never too much then I sang a bit of Luther
Bang, I stay in my bed all day
Then I rave all night so I'm broke always
Went Nandos and only bought perinaise
Stole the stamp and the card and the fork and the plate (fuck it)
Trims on tick that's some hard time shit
I've got ninety-nine debts and a sleeve full of tricks
YP railcard don't check mail nah
If anyone calls just tell 'em I ain't 'ere ma
She says I'm wotless I said I know this
But don't tell me that my bars ain't the coldest
I'll mature soon I'll gain focus
But right now I'm playing online poker
One pair of jeans every video you've seen
Mashed up vans and a thirty p tee
The only shirt I worry 'bout's what my team is
They're saying fuck swag I'm the only one who means it
I'm the only one who means it
They're saying fuck swag I'm the only one who means it
Trust me. He ain't lying
I don't give a fuck who's the realest
Man are kamikaze rapping in Armani
Loving my fucking money more than Danny loves Carley
True Religion I'm piffin' in my Cavalli
And all these different women are coming past me
Never chilling until I be whipping in a Ferrari
Little horse on my chest and one on my car key
You might hear son, that I clear funds
So my white air ones looking brighter than you charlie
I'm brighter than your sparkie hood caterer
Ain't gotta Danny 'bout Graft I'm not a labourer
Couldn't buy your missus dinner so you're plating her
Jolly up in favourite chicken all on a date with her
Rich forever bitch fuck being broke
Made my first six bills spent a monkey on a coat
Bruddas talking 'bout there ain't a need for it
Saying fuck swag 'cause you ain't got the pea for it
One pair of jeans for every day of the week
Roley and my Stoney and my jacket's C.P
And when you want to get a load you see me for it
Saying fuck swag 'cause you ain't got the pea for it
It's 'cause you ain't got the pea for it
Saying fuck swag 'cause you ain't got the pea for it
Trust me. He ain't lying
Both you man need to leave it
Oi, oi
Saying fuck swag
I'm saying fuck swag
My clothes are so shit
Dodgy geezer cocky on a knees up
Give me one or two and I'll be necking like a litre
Heading southend in a forty seven seater
Shouting we ain't counting fellas saying we ain't either
I'm bring rap back in my Penge flat cap
Fuck the wave jumpers bumping Drizzy in a snap back
I'm looking caj in my lilac Primark rags
Not sweating getting vetting form the lads
So above it that I can't see clouds
I'm laughing at clowns in Armani gowns
Fake bake tarts ten a penny on the town
Grinding for a fiver still be liver than your sound
I ain't showered since 1993
I'm a dirty little cunt no-one is liver on the beat
No-one is waver than this raver fuck the hippies in the sea
I flip it on the mic so you can see that I'm deep
One pair of jeans every video you've seen
Mashed up vans and a thirty p tee
The only shirt I worry 'bout's what my team is
They're saying fuck swag I'm the only one who means it
I'm the only one who means it
They're saying fuck swag I'm the only one who means it
Trust me. He ain't lying
I don't give a fuck who's the realest
Ayo check the manouevur Monday down the boozer
I'm on the karaoke tryna cop for a cougar
She told me 'bout her age I couldn't give a fuck
Said it's never too much then I sang a bit of Luther
Bang, I stay in my bed all day
Then I rave all night so I'm broke always
Went Nandos and only bought perinaise
Stole the stamp and the card and the fork and the plate (fuck it)
Trims on tick that's some hard time shit
I've got ninety-nine debts and a sleeve full of tricks
YP railcard don't check mail nah
If anyone calls just tell 'em I ain't 'ere ma
She says I'm wotless I said I know this
But don't tell me that my bars ain't the coldest
I'll mature soon I'll gain focus
But right now I'm playing online poker
One pair of jeans every video you've seen
Mashed up vans and a thirty p tee
The only shirt I worry 'bout's what my team is
They're saying fuck swag I'm the only one who means it
I'm the only one who means it
They're saying fuck swag I'm the only one who means it
Trust me. He ain't lying
I don't give a fuck who's the realest
Man are kamikaze rapping in Armani
Loving my fucking money more than Danny loves Carley
True Religion I'm piffin' in my Cavalli
And all these different women are coming past me
Never chilling until I be whipping in a Ferrari
Little horse on my chest and one on my car key
You might hear son, that I clear funds
So my white air ones looking brighter than you charlie
I'm brighter than your sparkie hood caterer
Ain't gotta Danny 'bout Graft I'm not a labourer
Couldn't buy your missus dinner so you're plating her
Jolly up in favourite chicken all on a date with her
Rich forever bitch fuck being broke
Made my first six bills spent a monkey on a coat
Bruddas talking 'bout there ain't a need for it
Saying fuck swag 'cause you ain't got the pea for it
One pair of jeans for every day of the week
Roley and my Stoney and my jacket's C.P
And when you want to get a load you see me for it
Saying fuck swag 'cause you ain't got the pea for it
It's 'cause you ain't got the pea for it
Saying fuck swag 'cause you ain't got the pea for it
Trust me. He ain't lying
Both you man need to leave it