Famlee

Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus] 300 Sparta What's the palava? Ching out your bredrin's bloodclart On lane, that's Gaza, wounds, not plaster Step with splash, can't Maga Back then with Ian and friends And Bud and friends, not Gaga All of my Barbie boujee, cutie Gold one dressed in Prada [Break] 300..... Sparta 300 Sparta [Chorus] Family stepped in dodgy I know that he's got it in the bag Splash and brag Do it like Sav, Ching that lad I fell in love with the bands She fell in love with man In West End, buying up Gucci Dressed in BAPE, got me feelin' like the man Family stepped in dodgy I know that he's got it in the bag Splash and brag Do it like Sav, Ching that lad I fell in love with the bands She fell in love with man In West End, buying up Gucci Dressed in BAPE, got me feelin' like the man [Verse 1] Beef still cookin', splash, not whoopin' Big man, mind where you're lookin' Lurk for the opps? Bro, no, you shouldn't Caught little man and he took him' Jump out whips and get dutty Last time me and Mad Max Lurked 'round in the AM We took down mummy Should've wore a vest, ching out your chest Unlucky We splash, it's funny Tryna turn opp to duppy We lurk for the score and kill, she all on man She hold this mash, I know she real They snap on rides, we step surprise They dash in field [Chorus] Family stepped in dodgy I know that he's got it in the bag Splash and brag Do it like Sav, Ching that lad I fell in love with the bands She fell in love with man In West End, buying up Gucci Dressed in BAPE, got me feelin' like the man Family stepped in dodgy I know that he's got it in the bag Splash and brag Do it like Sav, Ching that lad I fell in love with the bands She fell in love with man In West End, buying up Gucci Dressed in BAPE, got me feelin' like the man [Pre-Verse] 300 Sparta What's the palava? Ching out your bredrin's bloodclart On lane, that's Gaza, wounds, not plaster Step with splash, can't Maga Back then with Ian and friends And Bud and friends, not Gaga All of my Barbie boujee, cutie Gold one dressed in Prada [Verse 2] Woosh pon me like Teddy Use two hands, I'm steady Them boy better be ready Many, many time I see them jetty I'll do it for bro, I'll boot Cuttin' through brikks You turned quick Pull up on her, she cute Hold on, darling, bro-bro Look, I swear that's neeky Troupes Them boy crash, crash Mash up their car, some suicide yutes No barber man but I trim Bring, Bassy out make you swim 15 inch with the teeth Shit, then fuck up your skin [Chorus] Family stepped in dodgy I know that he's got it in the bag Splash and brag Do it like Sav, Ching that lad I fell in love with the bands She fell in love with man In West End, buying up Gucci Dressed in BAPE, got me feelin' like the man Family stepped in dodgy I know that he's got it in the bag Splash and brag Do it like Sav, Ching that lad I fell in love with the bands She fell in love with man In West End, buying up Gucci Dressed in BAPE, got me feelin' like the man