Potter Payper - Slumdog Millionaire Lyrics

Lyrics Slumdog Millionaire - Potter Payper



Best put respeck on the kid
She give me top in the dinger, nineteen plate Bimma
A gun in her bag and she thinks I′m renting this shit babe
You ain't using this room, come, let me put a tent in this bitch
I don′t message the bitch and you're stressing the bitch
I've got F′s on my kicks, still pressure the strip
Don′t give me no lip, we can throw them hands
Guns out, then you best throw out them bands
Eat man fam, that's Silence of the Lambs
This is London, that′s hoodies and shanks
TSG's and bullies in vans
I′m a slumdog, I've got millionaire plans
I′ve got ice in my rex
I get why they're mad, I've got a bounce in my step
All this water, boy in the corner
I′m feeling like I′m drowning to death
I bend it over, pound her to death
I'll never tell, never confess
I′ve never had nuttin so how could I settle for less?
I said I've never had nuttin so how could I settle for less?
Where I′m from people never progress
I've always got feds knocking at my address
She wanna get on the sesh
I give her weed and Henny and sex
I′ve gotta say it with my chest cah I meant it
I had to push it in his chest for my bredrin
And when they see me in the flesh, I've got 'em trembling
I swear they ain′t on, they′re just temping
And he never went O till I sent him
When I was in the vecky just blending
I hit the coke with the water like a Gremlin
In the motor, just puffing on a Benson
G I'm the plug and the socket extension
Training Day 3, pay attention
Training Day 3, pay attention
I′m physically and mentally scarred from these chains
Now I'm staring at the world through these Cartier frames
I′ve had eight bill blocks, I've had half-a-square days
I′ll chef a man down or I'll fight him fair play
I've done it in the evening, I′ve done it broad day
I used to do it in the Heath, way by the Broadway
If I see him then I′m spinning like Manny Norté
I said if I see him then I'm spinning like Manny Norté
Before rap I never used to go Harrods
I was buying hooptys, ding-dongs, scrammers
I was paying rent, bills, shit that matters
In a room full of trappers, one two badders
She gon′ lick it for the rapper
Diamonds on, NASA
Probably turn into my bagger
You love her, I gas her
I said I'd take a line if Hell froze
Done a block in my jailhouse Velcros
I said "bae can you love me on the blue phone?"
She used to buss it open for me on my Melrose
And man chat to these bitches like weirdos
We′re really with some neighbourhood heroes
I said man (tsk) like weirdos
We're really with some neighbourhood heroes
Watch the door fly off, I don′t pick the lock
Cause I really put work on any block
I've bagged a million pebs but I can't Milly Rock
I just give the direction like Ridley Scott
I had this white girl like Pixie Lott
I just gave her a Q and she sniffed the lot
You know me, I was trapping out your sister′s spot
I never made her strip but she used to hit the strip a lot
Big sword like Camelot
Night rider like Hasselhoff
Over suttin petty, man have a wash
He knew what time it was, he didn′t have a watch
Best put respeck on the kid
She give me top in the dinger, nineteen plate Bimma
A gun in her bag and she thinks I'm renting this shit babe
You ain′t using this room, come, let me put a tent in this bitch
I don't message the bitch and you′re stressing the bitch
I've got F′s on my kicks, still pressure the strip
Don't give me no lip, we can throw them hands
Guns out, then you best throw out them bands
Eat man fam, that's Silence of the Lambs
This is London, that′s hoodies and shanks
TSG′s and bullies in vans
I'm a slumdog, I′ve got millionaire plans



Writer(s): Potter Payper


Potter Payper - Training Day 3
Album Training Day 3
date of release
18-09-2020




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