More songs by NSG
Description
Producer: 4PLAY
Composer: NSG
Composer: 4PLAY
Lyrics and translation
Original
Hmm, shout out NSG, the drip lords.
I pray to NSG every night before I go to sleep, -that I wake up with London in drip. -Sounds of the diaspora.
Need a girl like Mary Berry, bake off in the kitchen.
She cooks a pair of slices and just fly like I'm pigeon.
I spark with everyone, don't have no competition 'cause shh, I'm like ink, I suffer from blue.
Deliveries more than Postman Pat. Couldn't fit the package, it had to get stamped.
Then address, we posted in the van. Price varies depending on the gram.
We get there soon as we can. I'm missing Prime, can't chat to the gang.
And we got, and we got bundle plans. Dear customers, we give a helping hand.
Huh, huh, huh, huh. Porsche Cayenne, seats recline now. Huh, huh, huh, huh.
Girl I know you fine, but your friends kinda finer.
-Trust me. -Too much cash, I need more rubber bands.
-Trust me. -Free bro, got him locked up in the can.
-Trust me. -Like ten years plus, I've seen the man.
-Trust. -Everything I do, I got a plan.
-Four one, four one, four one, four one. -Four one niner, get off the Leica.
Daily offender, EastEnder. She wants Casa till the poor on the rider.
She wants Casa till the poor on the rider. She wants Casa till the poor on the poor on the. . .
She wants Casa till the poor on the rider. She wants Casa till the poor on the. . .
Area boy is jackie in a biker. Pussy, he the target of striker. Curry wants his
Casa, we'll be fouler. 'Cause I'm a fouler, I stop the counter.
Speeding on the M1, nearly crashed in me daar. Sorry officer, I never deal with liquor.
Ask my dad, you can ask my nigga. Slugger on my cheek, I'm the juicer.
She said, "What if the money makes you change? " Told her if that's the case, then
I might act strange. I'm straight from the bottom, so I walk with pain.
Now my rolly stay plain and my carti insane. She do what I say, yeah, she never complain.
One twenty on the M, she love when the gear change.
Sold it on the blocks, sold it on the mains. Can't be scared of the weather, so I sold it on the. . .
Huh, huh, huh, huh. Four one niner, get off the Leica. Daily offender,
EastEnder. She wants Casa till the poor on the rider.
She wants Casa till the poor on the rider. She wants Casa till the poor on the poor on the. . .
She wants Casa till the poor on the rider. She wants Casa till the poor on the. . .
Despite what you think, I got links, you can get high.
Left collie with my friends, built an empire.
Backpack stinking of grub, got the cab man thinking, "What the fuck? " All got this front, running up and take a taker, me I no tire.
That's why the glasses shone, cold gods here. Baby, don't rush me, I'm counting up.
And if you -want me got, you can count on us. -Day in the life of an area boy.
She wanna know what I get up to. The life that I'm living, very costly, but very interesting.
She wanna see me in person, 'cause I no be ordinary person.
Bro know nothing about finance. Bro barely talking about finance.
Four one, four one, four one, four one. Four one niner, get off the Leica. Daily offender, EastEnder.
She wants Casa till the poor on the rider.
She wants Casa till the poor on the rider. She wants Casa till the poor on the poor on the. . .
She wants Casa till the poor on the rider.
She wants Casa till the poor on the. . .