Текст песни south - ayrtn

Seke Wop, I'm the heartbreak kid
Large amounts of the bank in the crib
After the show get a chicken and chips
Try to test me, I could never be dissed
I'm having a good day, don't try me
I'm not to be taken lightly
Apply pressure on emcees
Ever we got them looking around, they like 'Why me?'
I had to dismiss you
Hotbox in the room, drug misuse
Everyday man, I feel blessed like I just sneezed
Oh shit, lemme get a tissue

Woah, young Seke Wop on the flow
I'm flexing, the nigga you know
I'm on the throne
Please can you take off your clothes?
I get the power then I ghost (ayyy)

Why you niggas so relaxed?
If you wanna get it, go and get it
Play with me, you get a smack
Pass the mic lemme check it
Pass the hash lemme bill it
Pass the zoobie, lemme skill it
I'm the only brudda winning
Dash the bait like I'm fishing

It's a lovely day, inna da south
Peng tings looking all boujee
Looking all tum with the back so round
Nike tick on my creps
White, airs, I'm walking about
Rose reup coming loud
Coming so tall like Peter Crouch

(Since day one, I've been a rascal
Never liked school or classroom
South London be my classroom
But my teacher was a prick)

Lately, I've been feeling like I don't have to try I just make it
My man trying bare hard, but you're shit man, you're constipated
My lyrics aren't X-Rated, I get the dough then I cake it
They say money don't fall from trees, but I just raked it

Please can you try to not step on my Lelly Kellies
Kickin niggas like Balotelli
I am a G and you know it's hereditary
And my buds they be comin heavy
Please can you move from my face, bitch
You're ugly like Meg
I don't smoke the stems
Every time they see me, they're like Seke
Why you so leng?

Drip or drown
Make no sound
Come from the South of the London town
Nike tick on my creps
These niggas know me
They know I just pull up and flex
Ashbeck sent me a text, he said 'make sure to cash these cheques'
Makin the beat then I'm bless, I'm blowin the draw, take away stress

It's a lovely day, inna da south
Peng tings looking all boujee
Looking all tum with the back so round
Nike tick on my creps
White, airs, I'm walking about
Rose reup coming loud
Coming so tall like Peter Crouch

(Since day one, I've been a rascal
Never liked school or classroom
South London be my classroom
But my teacher was a prick