Lyrics Ten - Central Cee

(Beam me up, Scotty)

Done it again, half past ten
Just made me a ten, they ain't got out of bed
Hand ting there, but it ran it out of lead
One call, make broski blam out your head
We-we're the ones puttin' on West, not them
They got more money than sense
Sweet one givin' me stress
I ain't givin' her sex, I'm handlin' biz'

Bitch wanna suck now I got success
What about when I slept on a bunk bed?
Now it's king-size mattresses, I'm a king
I might send a hit and off with their head
I'm a bad man but I fuck good girls
That ain't gonna accept if I offer them bread
Turn girls down, I don't wanna homewreck
When their man's away, they start hollerin', "Cench"
Bad bitch, go back to your man
I won't treat you better like Shawn Mendes
Don't get ahead and ask for my gov name
Bae, call me Cench, that's all the same
She thought she was bougie, but then she changed
When I came in the room, decorum erased
If bro does back out the ramz and swing
You best hope it don't get caught in flesh

Pulled up to the club around half past ten
How many vibes I pull up with? Ten
How many of the guys I pull up with? Ten
We the ones puttin' on the city, not them
This girl said that I look like money
Told her that I don't fold or bend
Every year, I'm in the UK top three
Talk about worldwide, then we in the top ten

What'd you know about hard work?
Tell me, what you know about M's?
When you come from the ends
And the foolin' around has to end
At this point, I need no new friends
All I need is a wifey to keep me warm
Pretty face girl, beautiful lips
She looks like she was drawn by Slawn
I don't mean to taunt anyone
But we got the label working for us
This deal that I got ain't normal
You had one hit, one tour, you're done
Longevity? We already won
Consistency, you know man's powers
You don't need flowers, trust your hours

Done it again, half past ten
Just made me a ten, they ain't got out of bed
Hand ting there, but it ran it out of lead
One call, make broski blam out your head
We-we're the ones puttin' on West, not them
They got more money than sense
Sweet one givin' me stress
I ain't givin' her sex, I'm handlin' biz'
Pulled up to the club around half past ten
How many vibes I pull up with? Ten
How many of the guys I pull up with? Ten
We the ones puttin' on the city, not them
This girl said that I look like money
Told her that I don't fold or bend
Every year, I'm in the UK top three
Talk about worldwide, then we in the top ten