Return of the King
Yo, it's FAXel on the beat
Bouta to spit some real heat
I don't got no lisp
I be eating you like it's crisps (crunch)
My spit is so lit,
Check out my British fit
You already know I'm having some fish and chips and there crisp
London Bridge, more like London Ridge, turning into a British fridge
I head down to Bath to see if my man got the cash
I just quote my front row ticket to see that quality cricket (score)
I be sipping my big cup of cider,
I won't be dealing with no outsider
It might be time you stop all your boasting (shut up)
Cause I got a man who's quite a disciplinarian
And he will hit you with his roasting,
And his name is the one and only Norian
I'm over here in Britain
Stirring up some heat- in my kitchen
I don't want him throwing a fit
But this man's drip ain't it (ugly)
Now I'm digging a ditch in the back of my house
For all the money I make with twitch
And I'm here with your spouse
My bars are straight fire
Your bars are straight trash
The queen gives me cash which I put in my stash
We rich
Bitch
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Return of the King
Yo, it's FAXel on the beat
Bouta to spit some real heat
I don't got no lisp
I be eating you like it's crisps (crunch)
My spit is so lit,
Check out my British fit
You already know I'm having some fish and chips and there crisp
London Bridge, more like London Ridge, turning into a British fridge
I head down to Bath to see if my man got the cash
I just quote my front row ticket to see that quality cricket (score)
I be sipping my big cup of cider,
I won't be dealing with no outsider
It might be time you stop all your boasting (shut up)
Cause I got a man who's quite a disciplinarian
And he will hit you with his roasting,
And his name is the one and only Norian
I'm over here in Britain
Stirring up some heat- in my kitchen
I don't want him throwing a fit
But this man's drip ain't it (ugly)
Now I'm digging a ditch in the back of my house
For all the money I make with twitch
And I'm here with your spouse
My bars are straight fire
Your bars are straight trash
The queen gives me cash which I put in my stash
We rich
Bitch
Yo, it's FAXel on the beat
Bouta to spit some real heat
I don't got no lisp
I be eating you like it's crisps (crunch)
My spit is so lit,
Check out my British fit
You already know I'm having some fish and chips and there crisp
London Bridge, more like London Ridge, turning into a British fridge
I head down to Bath to see if my man got the cash
I just quote my front row ticket to see that quality cricket (score)
I be sipping my big cup of cider,
I won't be dealing with no outsider
It might be time you stop all your boasting (shut up)
Cause I got a man who's quite a disciplinarian
And he will hit you with his roasting,
And his name is the one and only Norian
I'm over here in Britain
Stirring up some heat- in my kitchen
I don't want him throwing a fit
But this man's drip ain't it (ugly)
Now I'm digging a ditch in the back of my house
For all the money I make with twitch
And I'm here with your spouse
My bars are straight fire
Your bars are straight trash
The queen gives me cash which I put in my stash
We rich
Bitch
Writer: Axel Pederson, Eastwood Strilka, Norian Orengo
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Neo Team
Language: English
Length: 1:19
Written by: Axel Pederson, Eastwood Strilka, Norian Orengo