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  • [Intro]
    They sayin’ don’t sell out
    Don’t sell out, let’s get!
    [Verse 1]
    I’m bout it, you know it
    Disturbin London Poet
    Sparklers as in my Moet
    If you need the glass and I pour it
    Fa********on week front row it
    Chelsea and Soho it
    Better valet park my ...
    Then the Council come and tow it
    Rebel Vodka, JD and coke
    ******** turn up the radio
    Heartless verses pay as you go
    Mixed with a little KC' & Jo
    Now my *** is crazy yo'
    Three to one ratio
    Tryin to get ********
    From girls as fresh as Daisy Lowe
    Them girls say Hi, Them girls say Hello
    I tell em stick their number in an envelope
    She take it off but leave on her stilettos
    You know you can find me round white girls like Othello
    We say to em
    [Hook x2]
    [?]
    Hold up when I’m famous, party like in Vegas
    Yeah that alcohol made us
    I tell em, tell em don’t sell out, tell em, tell em and don’t sell out
    Tell em, tell em and don’t sell out, tell em and don’t sell out
    [Verse 2]
    Yeah!
    Tatatata Tiger Beer or Cobra
    Chase out my bilateral periodical hematoma
    Livin la vida loca, I be from Barcelona
    Life throws me lemons, now Celebrity Juice on my sofa
    Got girl in Oklahoma, and the LA girl that do yoga
    A girl in Amsterdam that's a stoner
    And a ***y female schauffer
    And a girl that makes a racket
    I call her Anna Kournakova
    In and out the tax bracket
    So much for my diploma
    Say what’s up? And say what's happeneing
    He’ll be in the club just racks on racks on racks in
    Was using words but no were using actions
    Been around the world, and ladies love me and my London accent
    We be sayin to em
    [Hook]
    [Verse 3]
    Am I drunk? No, Am I lean? YES
    I do her raw, No, Am I clean, YES
    I do a tour, Fo sho
    Bring out to mean, Guest
    Roses Gabore, No
    Ester Dean, yes
    Am I mature? No
    Should I be, yes
    And my jeans still saggy like the queen
    And I wear a lot of gold around my V
    And I sell out all my shows just like they’re free
    We keep on saying to em
    [Hook]
  • [Intro]
    They sayin’ don’t sell out
    Don’t sell out, let’s get!
    [Verse 1]
    I’m bout it, you know it
    Disturbin London Poet
    Sparklers as in my Moet
    If you need the glass and I pour it
    Fa********on week front row it
    Chelsea and Soho it
    Better valet park my ...
    Then the Council come and tow it
    Rebel Vodka, JD and coke
    ******** turn up the radio
    Heartless verses pay as you go
    Mixed with a little KC' & Jo
    Now my *** is crazy yo'
    Three to one ratio
    Tryin to get ********
    From girls as fresh as Daisy Lowe
    Them girls say Hi, Them girls say Hello
    I tell em stick their number in an envelope
    She take it off but leave on her stilettos
    You know you can find me round white girls like Othello
    We say to em
    [Hook x2]
    [?]
    Hold up when I’m famous, party like in Vegas
    Yeah that alcohol made us
    I tell em, tell em don’t sell out, tell em, tell em and don’t sell out
    Tell em, tell em and don’t sell out, tell em and don’t sell out
    [Verse 2]
    Yeah!
    Tatatata Tiger Beer or Cobra
    Chase out my bilateral periodical hematoma
    Livin la vida loca, I be from Barcelona
    Life throws me lemons, now Celebrity Juice on my sofa
    Got girl in Oklahoma, and the LA girl that do yoga
    A girl in Amsterdam that's a stoner
    And a ***y female schauffer
    And a girl that makes a racket
    I call her Anna Kournakova
    In and out the tax bracket
    So much for my diploma
    Say what’s up? And say what's happeneing
    He’ll be in the club just racks on racks on racks in
    Was using words but no were using actions
    Been around the world, and ladies love me and my London accent
    We be sayin to em
    [Hook]
    [Verse 3]
    Am I drunk? No, Am I lean? YES
    I do her raw, No, Am I clean, YES
    I do a tour, Fo sho
    Bring out to mean, Guest
    Roses Gabore, No
    Ester Dean, yes
    Am I mature? No
    Should I be, yes
    And my jeans still saggy like the queen
    And I wear a lot of gold around my V
    And I sell out all my shows just like they’re free
    We keep on saying to em
    [Hook]