[Verse 1: Kano]
Look, I'm a rude boy, yeah, I don't give a fuck
Chicks call me python, yeah, Mr. Big Enough
Yeah, I can get it up
Red Bull, keep it up
Swimming pool, deep in her
Chris Brown, beat it up
And I don't mean black eyes
Nah I mean backside
Up in the air tugging hair like Toni & Guy
X can't match I
Cheques can't match mine
Neck-bite, vampire, uh-uh, and tight
She's that type, Rabbi
Stab her like Samurai
And when it gets deeper arch beats like Akai
She's knows I'm that guy
Gold digger, she's not that type
With a patch eye, pirate
She's that fly, private
Stylish, timeless, high heels, five inch
Money in the ISA, business-minded
Still rough riding, night club wining
Vodka and lemonade with a little bit of lime in
I know how to pull the right strings like violin
She knows how to do the right thing like Spikey
Booty call, dialling, quarter-to, five in, the morning, emergency, nine nine nine-in
Yeah, she can get it
Quick break then get it
Two second gap like she run out of credit
Ready, shower or beddy, choose
And she can give it back like Tennis, deuce
She's a fox, she put the Jamie in you
But blame it on the swagger, don't blame it on the goose
Blame it on the jaffa, yeah I got cake
So move your body like a snake, ma, black adder
In yard we don't say shag, we say dagger
Catch up, tie her up, handcuff, spank her
Straight front way or back way, the latter
Switch it up then get back to the back like Kappa
That's a bonus, banker, spoiler, pamper
And at the least I will Add Lee or black cab her
On a real though she loves my swagger
She loves to play rough so I grab her
Manhandle her in a rude boy fashion
Straight Pamela bathing suit on smashing
The summer time, beach and bikinis
Breathe in the sea breeze
Sex on the beach, no drink, I do real ting
Sexual, give her that healing
Make her feel good, yeah I give her that feeling
Told me that her man found my jacket while he's cleaning
I told him go keep it, I gave her that semen
Then he stole my number and he text me in the evening
Said he had new evidence, exhibit c ting
Jay Electronica, hol' up
First of all I told that brudda Monica
Don't take it personal, it's K
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