Tinie Tempah - Holy Moly lyrics
[Tinie Tempah - Holy Moly lyrics]
Nah, come on T, man
Not even chatting to these bruddas, man
They're boys, man, baby boys
Still got Oysters and that
Not even oyster perpetuals
Time's different on their wrists
Oh my god, look at my Roley
Look at my squad, like holy moly
Oh my god, look at my Roley look at my squad
Yeah, fuck it, I'm a selfish prick
Stacking ego getting rich
Rocking YSL and shit
You in the ghetto getting nicked
Champagne glasses in the whip
Moses told me that it's lit
I've got makeup on my dick
Holy cow, holy shit
Wore no collars when we met
Make up stories in their heads
When this morning, made some eggs
For your bae in my bed
I have things but not success
I got steaks and overheads
Closed mouths don't get fed
Boy, you tired, go to bed
I'm alive and I'm a ledge
You're alive, so why you dead?
Imhotep in the flesh
Boujee bastard in the flesh
Niggas say it with their chest
I just say it, then it's pressed
'Raris in the SLS parties in the SLS
Oh my god, look at my Roley
Look at my squad, like holy moly
Oh my god, look at my Roley look at my squad
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm a fucking nervous wreck
God, I hate these sycophants
Everything that's in my head
Sound like Kanye when he raps
I don't do this for my 'Gram
I don't do this for no bants
Why you tweeting me this shit?
You ain't fucking relevant
Someone tell 'em that I'm woke
Someone tell 'em that he's broke
Someone tell 'em that the boy done
Seen a mill at 24 in Australia for a show
You in Shoreditch doing coke
I got a mac by five guys
Anyone can get this smoke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Kings all in my lineage no trace, no witness
Pray to God for forgiveness lambo all tinted
The kids all know the plate
Chicks go all the way
It's one phone call away
Oh my god, look at my Roley
Look at my squad, like holy moly
Oh my god, look at my Roley look at my squad
I'm a boss in a Porsche
It's very posh too much sauce
Too much sauce and my house is like my exes
Too much sauce my Lamborghini
It look like Jaws that's not a Roley
It's Michael Kors too much sauce
You best run back to your older boy
I know young Gs is gon' FaceTime if
They wil' out like Soulja Boy like rah
Not even chatting to these bruddas, man
They're boys, man, baby boys
Still got Oysters and that
Not even oyster perpetuals
Time's different on their wrists
Oh my god, look at my Roley
Look at my squad, like holy moly
Oh my god, look at my Roley look at my squad
Yeah, fuck it, I'm a selfish prick
Stacking ego getting rich
Rocking YSL and shit
You in the ghetto getting nicked
Champagne glasses in the whip
Moses told me that it's lit
I've got makeup on my dick
Holy cow, holy shit
Wore no collars when we met
Make up stories in their heads
When this morning, made some eggs
For your bae in my bed
I have things but not success
I got steaks and overheads
Closed mouths don't get fed
Boy, you tired, go to bed
I'm alive and I'm a ledge
You're alive, so why you dead?
Imhotep in the flesh
Boujee bastard in the flesh
Niggas say it with their chest
I just say it, then it's pressed
'Raris in the SLS parties in the SLS
Oh my god, look at my Roley
Look at my squad, like holy moly
Oh my god, look at my Roley look at my squad
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm a fucking nervous wreck
God, I hate these sycophants
Everything that's in my head
Sound like Kanye when he raps
I don't do this for my 'Gram
I don't do this for no bants
Why you tweeting me this shit?
You ain't fucking relevant
Someone tell 'em that I'm woke
Someone tell 'em that he's broke
Someone tell 'em that the boy done
Seen a mill at 24 in Australia for a show
You in Shoreditch doing coke
I got a mac by five guys
Anyone can get this smoke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Kings all in my lineage no trace, no witness
Pray to God for forgiveness lambo all tinted
The kids all know the plate
Chicks go all the way
It's one phone call away
Oh my god, look at my Roley
Look at my squad, like holy moly
Oh my god, look at my Roley look at my squad
I'm a boss in a Porsche
It's very posh too much sauce
Too much sauce and my house is like my exes
Too much sauce my Lamborghini
It look like Jaws that's not a Roley
It's Michael Kors too much sauce
You best run back to your older boy
I know young Gs is gon' FaceTime if
They wil' out like Soulja Boy like rah