TIFFANY
Siege
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I don't sell no boxes of coca
But I'll still buy you the diamonds
Tiffany's
Babes come round and they sit on my lap
Can't tell if it's me or the fifties
I do green but I don't do Whitney
No Charlie
That's pick me
I'm at home in the gaff on my ones
Feeling locked up
But I'm free like Britney
Like come round and slap that bumper
And she rollin' up high grade
No light strain
Cah the lifestyle here gets rougher
When you hear
POP POP PAP PAP
They be doing that shit and they ain't got mufflers
Moved to the bricks from the sticks for the culture
Looking for a sweet bird
No ostrich
I'ma ball like Modrić
Watch for the vultures
Anybody wanna backchat
They get their right hand and we keep it moving
Remember the day bro bro chinged up
And he got backhanded a medium sentence
See most of my lifestyle groovy
But this shit cause too much tension
They crash like Potter and Quidditch
But this shit here ain't good for my image
I'm an English boy with English pride
I'll have English whips on my drive
See a clean SVR
Or a Jag
Or it's a DB9
Or an F-Type
Come with me and you'll live your best life
I'm done with my past and my dead ties
I got old friends
No more new friends
Cos the new friends just come and they spread lies
I surround myself with the bro bros
So they can feel the effects of my legacy
Girls want me and I want them too
but not like that, I don't feel the chemistry
I'll put a brand-new crib on the market
And then I'll just live off the tenancies
Cah the boys come round and I'm mixing the remedy
They know where I'm meant to be
I don't sell no boxes of coca
But I'll still buy you the diamonds
Tiffany's
Babes come round and they sit on my lap
Can't tell if it's me or the fifties
I do green but I don't do Whitney
No Charlie
That's pick me
I'm at home in the gaff on my ones
Feeling locked up
But I'm free like Britney
It's Siege