Testo IN THE UK - NLE Choppa
Testo della canzone IN THE UK (NLE Choppa), tratta dall'album Cottonwood 2
Ayy
(Chapo)
Come on, let's do it
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm in the UK, no
Butcher knife on me if - get sticky, yeah
Still slide if it's risky
Put a - on the Glock, leave him pissy
Cut to the face, buck fifty
One to the neck, give lil' bruv hickeys
Run away, do 'em like Ricky
Run - down, better run away quickly
Tap in when I'm in your city
I'm the top boy, tell 'em get up with me, yeah
Anywhere, any day, ándale
I'ma have me about a few killers with me, yeah
Spin on the block, get dizzy
Spin on my block, then you must be silly
Spin the block 'til we leave him drippin'
Even overseas, I'm Grape Street Crippin' (Ooh)
You know your mans not hot
How you gon' run from a dot-dot-dot?
Spin the block at three o'clock
I'ma link him until he drop
No opp can't get no love
He's not my kind, he's not my bruv
High as a kite, never sober
Back up, back up 'fore you get - up
NLE, Jamie Oliver, - ain't sweet
I ain't never do no trick or treats
Leave a - body wrapped up in the sheets
White chalk, yellow tape all in the street
Sherlock Holmes gon' have to come see
How you gon' solve this mystery?
Your mama in misery, my mama visitin' me
I'll - your - even though she clapped
Butt ass fat, so I made it clap
I don't know you, homie, I ain't givin' no dap
Only hand you'll get from me is slap
If a - play with me, I'ma be like Shamima
I ain't never gon' make it back
Link him, snuff him, - him
And that's on that
Boris Johnson, Anansi, my - like Beyoncé
Keep a - like Kanye, might sneak in the UK
My house look lit like the Buckingham Palace
I'll stand over him, give a - about it
What it is to me? Just another body
What it is to you? Your folks dyin'
I'm in the UK, no
Butcher knife on me if - get sticky, yeah
Still slide if it's risky
Put a - on the Glock, leave him pissy
Cut to the face, buck fifty
One to the neck, give lil' bruv hickeys
Run away, do 'em like Ricky
Run - down, better run away quickly
Tap in when I'm in your city
I'm the top boy, tell 'em get up with me, yeah
Anywhere, any day, ándale
I'ma have me about a few killers with me, yeah
Spin on the block, get dizzy
Spin on my block, then you must be silly
Spin the block 'til we leave him drippin'
Even overseas, I'm Grape Street Crippin' (Ooh)
Mans not hot
Even overseas, I'm Grape Street Crippin'
Three o'clock
Even overseas, I'm
Until he drop
No love
Even overseas, I'm Grape Street Crippin'
Never sober
Even over
'Fore you get poked up
You know your mans not hot
How you gon' run from a dot-dot-dot?
Spin the block at three o'clock
I'ma link him until he drop
No opp can't get no love
He's not my kind, he's not my bruv
High as a kite, never sober
Back up, back up 'fore you get - up
'Fore you get - up
Back up, back up 'fore you get - up
Get - up
Back up, back up 'fore you get - up
Credits
Writer(s): Bryson Potts, Niklas Bienek, Aleksey Kuchmiy
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Disclaimer:
i testi sono forniti da Musixmatch.
Per richieste di variazioni o rimozioni è possibile contattare
direttamente Musixmatch nel caso tu sia
un artista o
un publisher.