3AM in Whitechapel

Lyrics

[Intro] Look at the Bengali young boys, look at their car, at forty-nine, you're still shotting [Chorus] They can't do it like us, they know who run this market Three o'clock in Whitechapel, but we got the engine barking Bad girl tryna link but she's jarring, I'm in London with the Bengalis I know you ain't onto the dargies, pussio, you don't wanna turn to a target [Verse 1] Pretty Bengali, Princess Jasmine If you come with the talk, better come with the action Two Z's of the ket, still bagged in the flats And the flake's still under the mattress Pose for the picturе, fresh for the Insta "Ten timеs lenger" still on her caption I ain't got no emotions, still tryna lick shots at the motives You was tryna rub tings with lotion, broski, tell me what's really important? Posted on four corners, I got a love-hate relationship with the ballers Bro's tryna get packs in the town while you're tryna find out how to get him deported [Chorus] They can't do it like us, they know who run this market Three o'clock in Whitechapel, but we got the engine barking Bad girl tryna link but she's jarring, I'm in London with the Bengalis I know you ain't onto the dargies, pussio, you don't wanna turn to a target [Verse 2] These brown motherfuckers multiply, I see twenty as soon as one arrives On behalf of my folk, I apologise, London just got colonised Broke out from the confinement but they start treat man like an outsider Oh well, it's just me and this Lyca, fuck them, I don't like them either These dickheads know I don't lie man, how you tryna call man bhaisaab? Deal with my left but I feed with my right hand No smile on my face till the line rang Bro got pissed, thought the plug weren't coming, ubaow Don't say I ain't one in a million, fuck off, you're tryna be like my man [Chorus] They can't do it like us, they know who run this market Three o'clock in Whitechapel, but we got the engine barking Bad girl tryna link but she's jarring, I'm in London with the Bengalis I know you ain't onto the dargies, pussio, you don't wanna turn to a target They can't do it like us, they know who run this market Three o'clock in Whitechapel, but we got the engine barking Bad girl tryna link but she's jarring, I'm in London with the Bengalis I know you ain't onto the dargies, pussio, you don't wanna turn to a target