- Krept & Konan Champions League 歌詞
- Krept & Konan
- Play
One, two
Aggression
Yeah
Aggression
You know my ting already
They aint gotta ask me cause they know what my pattern is
Big batty girl, she wanna have my kids
My breads up, Ive got a pocket full of sandwiches
In the 7 with the savages
I got something here for any ******* chatting ****** *
Straight jeans, can the cannon fit?
I won a MOBO once, got the hang of it
Now theres five in the cabinet
Im stressed out, I fill the Rizla with some cannabis
Apple juice and a pack of crisps
I just came off a jet, Ive been travelling
Getting head on the plane, she was talented
Your man aint nothing like us, dont be mad at him
Pool on the roof, I just had a swim
Big man stunting on the Gram like youre cashing in
Still living with your mum, how embarrassing
Probably why these girls wanna swallow us
I got more money than followers
What you thinking lil idiots is stopping us
My car foreign like some foreigners
Helicopter to the show, fly by traffic
Say youve got keys, think youre like Khaled
Think youre stunting on me, what, with my balance?
Bro your chain looks light, whats that? 9 karat?
Be easy, you know how my friends get
You can ask Charlie or Semtex
Cause this is Champion League *******
You aint even in the Prem yet
Thirty bottles in the club, I know, what a waste
Said she got a man but theyre on a break
Man know how I operate
Yeah we rap but me and you are not the same
Shout out to the one that said I cant blow
Now I bet youre feeling like an arsehole
25th floor in a bathrobe
******* hell, we did it ****** *, bravo
I told *******s like Fargo
Heard you dropped something, where the chart though?
Drop tops, fast cars oh
Taking off the roof like Pablo
******* them *******s, they aint real as us
You wanna roll, you aint lit enough
My house so high, Ill bun the wiz
About to rain a minute before the rest of the city does
All these rappers think theyve got the sauce out
Til I drop a new tune, take the sauce back
Why they getting heavy on the ball sack
Let the phone ring, youll never get a call back
Man these *******s must be getting sick of me
Me and your babymum got history
Man the hood cant get rid of me
Still skrr, skrr around Tickle Me
Aint buying hoes *******, they aint tricking me
You *******s buying, buying like Ribery
Man a hoe couldnt get a kiss off me
(I heard you had to buy a Tiffany)
Yeah we had a couple setbacks
Went gold, got a fresh plaque
G4 full of *** ****s on it
Thats what I call jet black
They locked bro, ******* free Atz
Now my ******* tryna get a deep cat
When I was broke, couldnt relax
Rain or the storms, I was tryna make a G sack
You understand
Play Dirty every ******* time man
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