Browns

Face on the watch got dipped in diamonds Pull up the sleeve and a man got blinded And I got rings mate, one on each finger Ladies in the back of the car we're riding Three day bender, big weekend And I'm out here sippin' on London's finest Six in the mornin', I'm off my noodle Down in the club, that's where they find us London boys stay scheming, hop out to fix my feelings Drake, playing on the rental radio Leaning ten pints down and I'm steaming Easy geeza, how ya feeling? Nice to meet ya I'm your local wheeler dealer Herbs on my head like Julius Caesar Italian beer and a stonе baked pizza Wray and Nephew's all up in thе system I just got my guns out and kissed 'em Flex anytime, I'm swinging this chain These rings and watch are dripping and glistening Baby, baby, baby, yeah contain your thirst I know you want me girl but look I'm a business man And it just won't work Mamacita, you know I see ya Can you pick a bag and can you hold this heater Ya got a nice smile like the Mona Lisa You wanna be rich, I can be your teacher Fridge and a freezer, the wrist gets colder Ice on the watch like a blinking bolder Nothing to stop time, I might get older But I'm a veteran in the game, you're a soldier Sun rays on the Ray-Ban shades On a Sunday, fresh off the runway Looking like I never sold shh in the alley Back behind the flats midnight on a Monday (Ohhh) Bigger the man, bigger the dent they leave in the ground When they get one-two d by the governor Bigger the back, on that bird, then the bigger the chances I'm asking that bird for the number And I'm chilling with a bird in Browns If you wanna bubble, like Bob said, simmer down In the bureau de change, turning dollars into pounds And I got a lot of money in the back of the transit van So just scram if you're gonna talk smack Puerto Rican girl sitting on my lap Pork pie sitting on me head, that's a hat And we got boys with the tools in the back (back) In the back of the Beamer, got brain off a bird Big bings in the boot, banging them when needed Jesus They know my name, my face and the place I'm from You don't wanna get petered Nah you don't wanna get Bas eithered Nah you don't wanna get Bas heated Nah, pull up with about ten boys in the back of the car When you gets stampeded Bald head Fuck feds And we get cash 'til the morning come Your man got X'ed like an hot-cross bun Whip out the bing and they run I'm the man of the moment, gone in an instant Dusted a victim, wrapped in a Rizla Bas pass the light and spark this one