Tinie Tempah, Candice Pillay - Don't Sell Out lyrics
[Tinie Tempah, Candice Pillay - Don't Sell Out lyrics]
They sayin’ don’t sell out
Don’t sell out, uh uh, let’s go!
I’m bad, you know it disturbing London Poet
Sparklers in my Moet
If you need the glass then I'll pour it
Fashion week, front row it
Chelsea and Soho it
When I valet park my skrrt
Then the council come and tow it
Red bull, Vodka, JD and coke
Bitch turn up your radio
Heartless verses, Pay As You Go
Mixed with a little bit of KC' & Jo
Now my sex is crazy yo' three to one ratio
Tryin' to get fellatio
From girls as fresh as Daisy Lowe
Them girls say "Hi!", them girls say hello
I tell them stick your number in an envelope
She take it off but leave on her stilettos
You know you can find me
'round white girls like Othello
We say to them oh you’re mad you ain’t us
Pull up and I’m famous
Party like I'm from Vegas
Yeah that alcohol made us
Now turn up and don’t sell out
Now turn up and don’t sell out
Now turn up and don’t sell out
Now turn up and don’t sell out
Yeah! Tiger Beer or Cobra
Lime in my Corona
Chased out my bilateral periorbital hematoma
Livin' la vida loca, Ibiza, Barcelona
Life threw me lemons
Now Celebrity Juice on my sofa
Got a girl in Oklahoma
And a LA girl that do yoga
A girl in Amsterdam that's a stoner
And a sexy female chauffeur
And a girl that makes a racket
I call her Anna Kournikova
Rap put me in another tax bracket
So much for my diploma
They say "what’s up?" They
Say "what's happening?"
We’ll be in the club just racks
On racks on racks in
Was using words but now we're using actions
Been around the world
And ladies love me and my London accent
We be saying to them
Am I drunk? No am I lean? Yes
I do her raw, no am I clean? Yes
I do a tour, fo' sho'
Bring out to mean, guest roses Gabor, no
Ester Dean, yes am I mature? No
Should I be? Yes
And my jeans still saggy like the Queen
And I wear a lot of gold around my V
And I sell out all my
Shows just like they’re free
We keep on saying to them
Don’t sell out, uh uh, let’s go!
I’m bad, you know it disturbing London Poet
Sparklers in my Moet
If you need the glass then I'll pour it
Fashion week, front row it
Chelsea and Soho it
When I valet park my skrrt
Then the council come and tow it
Red bull, Vodka, JD and coke
Bitch turn up your radio
Heartless verses, Pay As You Go
Mixed with a little bit of KC' & Jo
Now my sex is crazy yo' three to one ratio
Tryin' to get fellatio
From girls as fresh as Daisy Lowe
Them girls say "Hi!", them girls say hello
I tell them stick your number in an envelope
She take it off but leave on her stilettos
You know you can find me
'round white girls like Othello
We say to them oh you’re mad you ain’t us
Pull up and I’m famous
Party like I'm from Vegas
Yeah that alcohol made us
Now turn up and don’t sell out
Now turn up and don’t sell out
Now turn up and don’t sell out
Now turn up and don’t sell out
Yeah! Tiger Beer or Cobra
Lime in my Corona
Chased out my bilateral periorbital hematoma
Livin' la vida loca, Ibiza, Barcelona
Life threw me lemons
Now Celebrity Juice on my sofa
Got a girl in Oklahoma
And a LA girl that do yoga
A girl in Amsterdam that's a stoner
And a sexy female chauffeur
And a girl that makes a racket
I call her Anna Kournikova
Rap put me in another tax bracket
So much for my diploma
They say "what’s up?" They
Say "what's happening?"
We’ll be in the club just racks
On racks on racks in
Was using words but now we're using actions
Been around the world
And ladies love me and my London accent
We be saying to them
Am I drunk? No am I lean? Yes
I do her raw, no am I clean? Yes
I do a tour, fo' sho'
Bring out to mean, guest roses Gabor, no
Ester Dean, yes am I mature? No
Should I be? Yes
And my jeans still saggy like the Queen
And I wear a lot of gold around my V
And I sell out all my
Shows just like they’re free
We keep on saying to them