I make hitz, not the public

I tell the DJ's what to play! Understand?



I make hitz, not the public

I tell the DJ's what to play! Understand?

We used to do



Baa baa black sheep, rock star, rap G

Make enough dough to own a black card, that's deep

I've been getting really fucking friendly with the Banks man

And I don't mean Phil, Carlton, Hilary or Ashley

Pappz see me up in the vicinity and flash me

I'm the definition of definitive and catchy

The only thing that's bigger, quicker, slicker

More black and and more up on London is a taxi



Bitch I'm so sick, I need a mother fucking vaccine

Make your ring shine like some mother fucking vaseline

Centre of attention like a Bang & Olufsen

HD beat enough vision for a flat screen

The only ever time I see you niggers on Kiss

is like 2am or when you go to pucker up

0 to 60 in 4 babe, you need to buckle up

All my women so zoo, all my women so nuts



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So what? I'm uncut and no fucking edits

She won't even get a hive she made no fucking effort

And all you silly singers and you ring tone rappers

Like school dinner curries, don't fucking get it



My car is unleaded

Got a yard with a terrace

She called me chauvinistic

But she can't even spell it

I don't wanna hear another nigga say you fly

If you ain't never been on business class on the Emirates

It's I'm a racket

I pretend I'm Dennis, I'm a menace

Call me Rob Patterson

Got a lot of niggas jealous

I'm a mento mint in a can of Dr Pepper

That's a tick, tick, tick, tick, boom to you fellas



*Tom Ford Nigga,* Martin Margiela

Aim lips and if her name ain't Remi or stella

Got a big bag of tricks and Mary Poppin's umbrella

Cause we're 'bout to rain on them like London weather!*

Thanks to Saber45 for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Kaylyn for correcting these lyrics

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