God save the queen

Lyrics

[Zwrotka 1] What's poppin' No control C - no paste I'm so foreign Save my Gs and queen Ps keep calling Slidin' bass, hold on, wait No word in Polish If you dunno them, Gs from OFB Shoutout London Shoutout Tottenham And shoutout Leicester Fuck the po- po- The ting don't do the drugs so Tripin' solo Excuse me, pardon bando waiting until Them finally prosper But the draw outs are happening too got The mandem doing up Marcus Rashford Pause up, challenge Ref be fuckin' savage Count yo sins, taste em flavor Don't be jealous Fuckin' madness When I catch em capin Pop smoke feelings Born in the trap so Imma die a fucking legend [Refren] Save my Gs, take care of the bando Pain is deep, so lovе is random Save the queen, they'll bе lurking like an Arsène Wenger For the streets, four plus four, hate me later Hold up, save my Gs and save the bando Got no love, we fuck them opps Always random Save the queen, they'll be lurking like an Arsène Wenger On the wing like David Beckham, see you later [Zwrotka 2] Ring, ring, delete Please don't call me "sweetie" When I'm missin' digits Chasin' paper Feeds my feelings Ate her titties for them flavor She's my red hot chilli Love is tender So I'm gentle when her pussy need it Lick it and touch it, she counts me in no mathemathics Cash spent for fashion, so all the time i spend on passion No lights or flashes My skin is white, but drown in darkness She fills my DM, but i didn't even look for caption [Refren] Save my Gs, take care of the bando Pain is deep, so love is random Save the queen, they'll be lurking like an Arsène Wenger For the streets, four plus four, hate me later Hold up, save my Gs and save the bando Got no love, we fuck them opps Always random Save the queen, they'll be lurking like an Arsène Wenger On the wing like David Beckham, see you later