paroles de chanson Sunday Roast (feat. JK-47) - Nerve feat. JK-47

I'm getting white girl wasted
Skipping my classes,
But it's okay cos I'm never failing, bitch I'm on aces
Watch how I lace it, I want the bacon
She trynna get in the pants
But I'm too busy I'm doin my dance
White boy with the fit as Japan
Skin looking like the Michelin Man
That's bubble trouble
Air max done popped, got me another couple
Still clean up nice, tuxedo or a suit and a tie
What's he doin? I'm doin it right
Eyes bluer than the hue of the sky
Busy moving on the move till I die
They be neutral but I do it in drive

Oi
You and yours better settle (Settle)
Before me and mine hit the levels (Levels)
I'm flowin hotter than a kettle
When I boil I ain't even gonna tell em (Don't tell em)
Vendetta never let up till we get the
Bread, cheddar and the lettuce (Sandwich)
They all looking at me bitter now but
I'm too sweet, call the dentist (Call)
On the beat I be the menace I bet you remember JK-47
Tell em all get ready cos we about to set a record
And you about to get the message
ECB and No1Network we be quick to pull up at your
Party and put you on show with the bars like Wentworth

I just had me a vision
Picture my team winning
Got some acres out the back
And some chickens in the kitchen
I just had me a vision, whole team sittin nice
All of them dirty dishes, eating roast every night
I just had me a vision
Picture my team winning
Got some acres out the back
And some chickens in the kitchen
I just had me a vision, whole team sittin nice
All of them dirty dishes, Can I get uhhhh

Gimme a foot long on Italian herbs and
Cheese, double chicken with the old English
Gimme triple spinach, olives, pickles,
Jalapenos, habanero sauce and salt and pepper with it
I'll take a couple of them, Nerve stay ducking the trends
I'm with the best,
Steel caps up on that Hilux cos I gotta watch my steps
Stop right there, we must be taking the piss
Brother from another colour we here for the chips
Stack em up in my fist, double up and that's it
Double trouble that's this
ECB and the No1Network kill it from Cabba to Bris
The fact of the matter is this
Homie we back in this bitch

We entertain (Ladies and Gentlemen)
But you better faint (You is irrelevant)
We was up early,
Stay on the grind now you bitches late (Wake the fuck up)
I know you heard the bars,
The verses, I know you hate (Don't give a fuck)
So me and the Nerve and No1Network up in the pace up in your face

So we put in work (9 to 5)
Hands in the dirt (I'm getting sweaty)
This is just practice,
Cook up the beat then I simmer the verse (bonappetit)
Sprinkle some herbs (Aye)
You know how it works (Yeah)
So miss