Chip Roll, Sausage in Batter
[Verse 1: Kano]
I do this for the streets
Yeah I do it for my niggers
I do this for my female dogs, bitches
Women all around blowing thousands'a kisses
Turn me into Prince Charming, rib-bit
I do this 'cos I does it
I do it 'cos I'm just the shit
Seat up, no air freshener and I ain't flushing it
Mixtape master, Sense artiste
Wax on wax off Mister Miyagi
I come into the club, I take over the town
Like Titanic repeats you know its going down
You know what I'm about
You're girlfriend watch her
Ben Steal-her from a nigga
Yeah Meet The Fockers
Body like you watch her
And binoculars like opera
Pocket money back off said she got it from her mother
All them men they love her
They all wanna marry
I just want a massage with a Gilmore and ending happy
They all take their shopping Dolce, Louis
She knows that I'm too G'd up Gucci
We can hit the club
But we don't hit the movie
And anything I ask her she do like Stewie
She said she "ain't a groupie"
I said I ain't a group, please
"Okay let me take a picture"
I don't do cheese
Oh so heartless
Stone cold partner
We get plastered
Oh dirty bastard
Old school Partners
Phone call, Paris
Front line Gaza, Riddim Dadas
Mixtape Bars, Grime-God fathers
I try hard to keep up with the Carters
Twitter beef starters
Why do you have ask the
Questions; Answer "Suck your mudda"
Crown me, Plaza
Can't put my finger on it
Thats my 16 from college
Bingo, Gala
Please I am the wrong tree
You're a barker
First place I'm the Usain you're Asafa
They know Kane marking road Panorama
Chip roll sausage batter ketchup, tata
Bauer