Lyrics

You get paid cash? You got to report that. Yeah! Hahahahan Where's the receipt You got to report that right now! Thats the greatest thing ever Im very proud of where i am now Its a standard affair Back on the red carpet at the premier Your mans back on the gear I've had a mad career I pull it out of thin air I'm in the fast lane Randy Lanier Fonz in the Buick, King Kong with the Chewit I hit the big bong then she blew it Like a last chance I'm the champ champ Chitty Bang Bang I win the Grand Prix pop the Grand Cru Yous can all get a piece I brought the gang thru You man are out of juice you know how I do I took a few years off and popped up out the blue You're trying to catch a groove I'm hopping out the coupè In a Kappa suit, tryna strap a zoot, the man from South Acre Avenue I'm from the naughtys On the sherbet proper saucy Polo down Ralph Lauren horsey Tell your mum to call me send an envelope for Uncle Paulie Finish off this Knickerbocker Glory Organ grinder quarter on the formica I can't find the lighter Bargain pricer wrap it like carbon fibre satire Serrano slicer about to start this fire About breathe breathe, easy tiger The real Peaky Blinder you should read the rider These requests are ridiculous It's a disconnect, a dissonance I go the distance, draws in the Kilner Port with the Stilton walk through the Hilton This was hand written Mans chilling
Writer(s): Iqbal Singh Sathi, Barrie Dixon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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