Fuccboi Lullaby (feat. B-ahwe)

House party in a Hyde Park road with the Function One's yelling "Guys come over Front yards in a state, some girls doin' NOS well away from the heat and the odours "Name, please" "Yeah, I'm on plus-one, sir and my mates are too" So we swerve past the bouncer Crew splits, some go house, grime heads downstairs And I move to the girl on the counter like "Hello, ma Cherie, I be off my nut Got a few beers bubbling about my gut Like your eyes, hair, thighs, mouth and rounded bumper Lausse The Cat, you can take my number Take my hand do a twirl "gottdamn" And I swear I ain't never seen as pretty of a girl Eyes glimmering be looking like pearls Bit cheesy I know but my sleazy approach won't work yet But you can be my mistress I'll be your furry assistant Purpose be serving your thirst ridden wishlist Cursed to increase all your thoughts hedonistic A purrve in the sheets see my chirpse your hibiscus Your ass be my biscuit 'Bit egotistic But gives in the sheets like a service at Christmas First month free til' I swerve in the distance And don't ask why it's my terms and conditions" She looks in his eyes with despise but a hindrance To tell a drunk guy to get lost in an instant Instead smiles and says "I admire your wishful thinking what's your name" I said Lausse The Kitten And we talked in the kitchen a fable of nonsense Rushed up the stairs Hopscotching the long steps Pranced round the top floor in search of a locked bed Nix on the keys; tell the boys what went on next And they sexed all month So I guess you could call it puppy love And of course kitten kicked in the end Before the lust turned dry And as tough as the girl seemed Cursed she fell with thoughts unsolved Called the cat but he already had a new girl by his side Sorry my darling Should have been clearer L never stays long He just disappears to Bodybag hearts for a scarf in the winter When the spark goes I don't linger Commenced by lust yet Trust will desist it Hey honey I think it's best I insist I get The fuck out of this picture Don't cry, don't give a shit Let a new romance be an elixir Would you prefer if I left you the morning after No calls, no talks or laughter Just sauce and flesh And shamed walks through parks And no constant sex from said sex toy Don't get vexed Heard love songs sung by a fuccboi Shouldn't be alarmed if I duck Oi, don't start slating my name cos' I'm not entertained no more I made it clear it's a fling Cos' I don't really wanna Come to the point where I spunk on your thigh After 10 minutes straight Cos' I'm comfy inside And I bust on your thigh Cos' we only do it sideways now Now we're done exploring We know what excites us You know what my minds like I know when you're done soon Rushed through sex now before bed and never noon Thrice in the week the excitement done left us now So I'll say "yo babe imma cut soon" "Spoon me" "Fuck that" "Don't be a cunt Cat" "Sorry, imma go bun some hash where my don's at?" "Right here" "Yes lad" "Let's get seshed out" "Give me a sec with this girl then I'll get back" Walked to the girl sitting down on her side Saw him approach, thought he switched up his mind Flipped her around got the girl upside down With her neck to the floor (stop) As he distanced her thighs (what are you doing?) Fisted her ass as he ran past the cervix Reached to her heart ripped it out with a firm grip Gulped it in one then the cat disappeared Left Lucy with one bad heart and her tears