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    Ladies and gentlemen, uh
    Back on my bullshit
    Don't force it
    It's-it's-it's live-o

    Some people wanna fuck and party
    Some people just want Versace
    Want a Rolex and a Carti
    I'm guilty as charged, and fucking nasty
    Got money, but I ain't classy
    I wish I could duck HMRC
    I'd wish they would just walk on past
    Without asking for half and getting arsey

    Give it some but I don't give a shit
    So you ain't missing none
    You're in a pickle, son
    Like tryna hum with a missing lung
    I got a wicked tongue, it's just a bit of fun
    I'm like a hit-and-run
    You just run your gums, 'cause you're thick and dumb
    You're at the apple tree tryna pick a plum
    What you gonna do when the liquor's done?
    It's not a pretty world, it's a fickle one
    That's when I told my little one: Listen, son
    Some cunts just wanna see you undone
    Some cunts ain't got no funds and live on crumbs
    Some cunts got money and still are bums
    Are you a selfish cunt or a giving one?
    Either way, you're a cunt, keep living, son

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    I'm Black and British, living large
    I put Britain first and I took us far
    I'm like Nigel Farage in a foreign car
    But I was raised in the gutter and I raised the bar
    Should I pray to Jesus or pray to Jah?
    Or praise the Lah'
    Just pray I ain't in the Daily Star
    It's a daily par, they don't care who you are

    Some people wanna fuck and party
    Some people just want Versace
    Want a Rolex and a Carti
    I'm guilty as charged, and fucking nasty
    Got money, but I ain't classy
    I wish I could duck HMRC
    I'd wish they would just walk on past
    Without asking for half and getting arsey

    I'm not a champagne socialist
    I'm a anti-social angry motorist
    And I'm a vocalist
    I'm just tryna make the most of this
    I'm a emotionless chauvinist with no openness
    I'm a hopeless bloke, [?] over this
    And I know you got a point, but I really don't know the focus is
    So just open your throat and choke on this
    I'm just joking, Miss
    Do you know what a joker is?
    Somebody who votes for the same kind of bloke the opponent is
    You're in the home, you don't know who the owner is
    Now what you know what a loner is
    You feel lost, you don't know where the sauna is?
    Can somebody tell me what Corona is?

    I'm not tryna be political or critical
    I'm just being analytical
    And it's typical
    Got the British bores screaming out Reform and it's miserable
    While the ex-pats move to a next patch
    Where they ain't gotta pay tax
    Let the money roll in and just lay back
    Now do I sound like a ignorant twat if I said that?

    Some people wanna fuck and party
    Some people just want Versace
    Want a Rolex and a Carti
    I'm guilty as charged, and fucking nasty
    Got money, but I ain't classy
    I wish I could duck HMRC
    I'd wish they would just walk on past
    Without asking for half and getting arsey
    (Fuck off)

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    Composición: Dylan Mills

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