Chip Roll, Sausage in Batter

Lyrics

[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