Wrist Work - House of Pharaohs

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I do not dress to impress

My fashion sense, yeah it’s the best

Oi

All smiles

It’s like me and Dan in (?)

With the mandem chillin' round backstage

Yeah, the front get the mad hate

Know what I’ve come to realize, I’ve gone through mad change

I’m a real G, can’t tell me what I can and can’t say

Pop a zoot before I skate through the gate at Heathrow Airport

Then I just got a text from mum she said «be careful»

H-O wave, no label, we can turn up, do the money walk

Check my DNA, yeah I feel real able, if it ain’t my peak, it’s fable

Get the cards on the table

I can not leave with no fe'

If that’s your girl, why she lookin' at me?

(why she lookin'?)

Whippin' the r to the e

Been killin' shit and we still on a spree (on a spree)

Only one, you couldn’t clone me (clone me)

Taking shots I’m like Kobe (like Kobe)

Take time, do it slowly (slowly, slowly)

Running like Wile E Coyote (runnin)

We did it all on our lonelies (lonely)

I know them guys, they are phony (they're phony)

I don’t pretend to be holy (holy)

I got the back of my homie (got it down)

In the kitchen I’m workin' (workin')

Your bitch, she twerkin' (she twerkin')

All the paper, I’m yearnin' (yearnin')

(?) dispersive

Look at the wrist work (a-ooh)

Look at your bitch twerk (oo-ooh)

Versace my t-shirt (t-shirt)

She think I’m gon' miss her (miss her)

Want me the money, no fame (fame)

Want me the money, no fame (fame, yeah)

We been on top of our game (ya)

We been on top of our game (yaya)

Look at the wrist work (work)

Look at your bitch twerk (twerk)

Versace my t-shirt (t-shirt)

She think I’m gon' miss her (ya)

Want me the money, no fame (fame, yeah)

Want me the money, no fame (fame)

We been on top of our game (game)

We been on top of our game

We gotta catch up, ah, yeah

We fuck the map up, ay, yeah

I’m fuckin' her backup, ay, yeah

Two numbers, a three and a four, ay, yeah

Yawning, ha, yeah

The flow is appaling, ha, yeah

Homie back up, yeah

'Cause we been the jawbreakers

I make her heart ache

Lane, different one

Different feelin'

When I do it

No losin'

No hopin'

Niggas convinced themselves

We got a different world

Money ain’t physical

Yo, oi, listen

Don’t call my phone, cause you’re not on my radar (please don’t call)

I seen them guys over there chillin' round some traitors (chumps)

Got my niggas in the back, smoking all types of flavours (sweet)

Might run off with a pack, if it comes low, that’s takers (run off)

Funny mad man, ha ha, bare jokes no guala (Mad Men)

I got a next link there, says she wanna link me at dollar (low)

I remember back then I was the first black boy to play OIiver’s dodger

(straight facts)

And what’s a West End ting, man was poppin' off collars (true)

Ducati, Bugatti, whatever

Giuseppe Zanotti, Margiela

A hundred degrees wearing leather

Make it rain and I might change the weather

Ay, 23 jump

Some niggas know bro had to suck up a punch

Shout out to my aunts

We smokin' gelato, that shit hit the lungs

Walkin' to retain the energy

See I’m lit, so they wanna be friends with me, ooh

You couldn’t copy this recipe, ooh

That pussy taste like some jelly beans, ooh

You lookin' at me like «damn, he so rude»

Flooded my wrist, I want diamonds on tooth

Lie through your tooth, while I’m tellin' the truth

Huh, huh, pull up in coupe

Look at the wrist work

Look at your bitch twerk

Versace my t-shirt

She think I’m gon' miss her

Want me the money, no fame

Want me the money, no fame

We been on top of our game

We been on top of our game