100 Friends - Tinie Tempah, J Hus

Keep going motherfucker, keep going

Keep going motherfucker, keep going

Keep going motherfucker, keep going

Oh yeah, it’s crazy how we blowing

I can smell something in the oven

Get it while it’s on the zebra crossing

New whip, new chick, superfly

Ain’t rapped, shit I want the same line, have you got it?

Said a prayer before I loaded up the session

Said I’m going Hamilton, I’m going Beckham

I was supposed to hit it one time

Told all my niggas I’m going back for seconds

You want a war then I’m ain’t holding back my weapon

I thought I told you, I’mma teach you all a lesson

Amateurs try and fuck up the progression

In the end, you gotta suck up to the motherfucking legends

You ain’t Dizzee, you ain’t Kane, you ain’t Mega

Trying to find the Holy Grail, the Holy Mecca

Trying to change the worst for the better

Make a bredda try and take his own life if you let the pressure get ya

Keep going motherfucker, keep going

Keep going motherfucker, keep going

Keep going motherfucker, keep going

Oh yeah, it’s crazy how we blowing

Trying to get to this money

Baby why do you think I’m up late?

Ooooh

Got these OZs seeling like hotcakes

My hitters hold you for ransom

All they need is rope and the duct tape

You’ll be looking at your life

Compare it to mine, now them niggas thinking 'fuck's sake'

Got a bad B that acts cruddy, says she wanna make money

She might just catch body, I just tell her sheg body

The way I beat up the hus, it must be forbidden

If she don’t like Hus, then she must like women

Can’t put my feet up, I’m not stopping

Overload the clip, then grease up the Dot Rotten

You don’t see gwop, I’ll rock bottom

Shawty all over me, she wan' crease up my jog bottoms

Keep going motherfucker, keep going

Keep going motherfucker, keep going

Keep going motherfucker, keep going

Oh yeah, it’s crazy how we blowing

My agent said

'T why you be on that black shit again?'

Said I’ll put out this mixtape for free

So they won’t buy your wack shit again

I just followed 50 girls on my Insta

I’m getting distracted again

Chris Brown’s here like a Karrueche

Hit her twice, now she’s spraying like a uzi

Swimming pools, 20 girls in my Jacuzzi

Naija boy, but these women think I’m Cudi

Why’s a 1000 people fronting like they know me?

I fuck with G Frsh, I fuck with J Hus

Only letting real niggas in the Ace club

Cause you couldn’t walk a mile in my shoes nigga, settle

I just pray the Lord’s with me while I boogie with these devils like brap

I used to have 100 friends

Now I count all my friends on my right hand

How can you be a pagan now

When you could have been my right hand?

Heard they wanna boogie with the boy

Heard they wanna boogie with the boy

So I put on my dancing shoes

Put on my, put on my dancing shoes

Keep going motherfucker, keep going

Keep going motherfucker, keep going

Keep going motherfucker, keep going

Oh yeah, it’s crazy how we blowing

Mama done raised me a saint

Strippers done build up my pain

Most of my niggas Havana

Deal with dilemnas like

Pied Piper with the fiddles

Stiff as icicles

Used to ask my mama why Lidls?

You was too shy and civil

New guy up in the palace on my suit and tie shizzle