Pimp On Flows

Lyrics

[Chorus] Gash better know, pimp on flows Gash better know, pimp on road It's me, Jack Nasty So shut your mout Gash better know, I'm a G code I said gash better know I wear name brand clothes It's me, Jack Nasty So shut your mout [Verse 1] When I go out, I wear name brand clothes That way I'm only gonna draw name brand hoes Like Stormin, I wear my trousers low And gash goes sick by the way that I pose Gash throw their knickers and bras at my shows Not a pimp but I move pimpish though Bare sexy gyal dem wanna sing my flows Ask Kylie, she knows Knows about me My PRPS cost 330 Matching top cost 220 Gucci loafers cost 270 I ain't even dressed and that's nearly a G My grey Timmy Timbs cost 140 Burberry socks and boxers, 115 Blue oneaway shades from D&G Cost 230, shut your mout [Chorus] Gash better know, pimp on flows Gash better know, pimp on road It's me, Jack Nasty So shut your mout Gash better know, I'm a G code I said gash better know I wear name brand clothes It's me, Jack Nasty So shut your mout [Verse 2] Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm a name brand lad Next year, I might put my name on a cap True, this year, I made a little change and that I might go Foxtons, cop a little name brand flat I'm name brand so I put my name on a tat Tats on my arm, my chest and my back I've been name brand from way, way back From Stevie Hyper D used to bun tape pack If you're not name brand, I just don't care If I rock a tracksuit, gotta be Nike Air When I go raves, don't drink beer Now I drink champagne, Courvoisier Now I use [?] cigarettes And a likkle bit of lemon when I bill my head Used to rock Chippy way back in the day Before the berg ever got icy 'ere [Chorus] Gash better know, pimp on flows Gash better know, pimp on road It's me, Jack Nasty So shut your mout Gash better know, I'm a G code I said gash better know I wear name brand clothes It's me, Jack Nasty So shut your mout [Verse 3] Cop new garms every other week When it comes to style, can't chat to me See me in the video of "Girls Love N.A.S.T.Y" ​iTunes, yeah, they wanna download me Everybody knows my style is unique Everything I do, they wanna try and copy me Nowadays, everybody wants a Blackjack beat Thinking they're gonna be big like Seac Nah, rudegirl, get off my D I to the C-K, H-O-E Back in the days, didn't wanna know me Now I'm getting big, yeah, you wanna phone me I don't wanna link, I ain't that lonely I've got name brand gash if I'm feeling horny I don't link with gash that's got babies I don't link with gash that don't make Ps [Chorus] Gash better know, pimp on flows Gash better know, pimp on road It's me, Jack Nasty So shut your mout Gash better know, I'm a G code I said gash better know I wear name brand clothes It's me, Jack Nasty So shut your mout [Verse 4] Hoe, see that gash? She's a likkle slag 'Cause I don't want her, she's getting mad Look at all the MCs that she's banged Heartless fucked her, then she went mad So Solid's fucked her, then she went mad Them Boyz in the Hood fucked her, she went mad Lethal, Kano, that looks bad I ain't gonna lie, I fucked that hag Tried to make Ps but she's still on my sack Why'd she do that? It must be the crack And now she's getting battered by the Movement camp And now she want a little bit of Dirtee and Stank Don't touch her 'cause she's dirty and stank Gash better know I'll slap that slag I don't hit women but I'll beat scumbags Gash better know I'll slap that fag [Chorus] Gash better know, pimp on flows Gash better know, pimp on road It's me, Jack Nasty So shut your mout Gash better know, I'm a G code I said gash better know I wear name brand clothes It's me, Jack Nasty So shut your mout, hoe