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[Chorus] Drive round town with the bestest crem In the west end but the kids from ends No less than fifteen, I done shot Benz Ain't got a three-five, got ten-ten Drive round town with the bestest crem In the west end but the kids from ends No less than fifteen, I done shot Benz Ain't got a three-five, got ten-ten [Verse 1] Just linked Lisa, gotta link Ben Listening to a feature, did a one-ten Got three for a hundred 'cause it makes sеnse Violate man crash but tryna make 'mеnds Out 'ere they're struggling tryna make ends meet Go get a bitch in a strip don't act bad Do pretend neek, killing glasses, that's the besties Ralph and Lacoste and some fresh jeans And then get off your ass and we'll get P's Me and my dargs move work to man debt collecties Where debt collectors leave man on stretchers Learnt it off olders, never went lectures Them man are washed, I'll put them on stretchers They ain't done nothing since Bradley died in EastEnders We just grip and ride 'em and end it When we picture slide and man bitch inside They just live a lie, and I ain't never shot no flippin' tyre But she sucks so I'll probably put my dick inside Close the blinds and turn on the kitchen light I got petrol but not for your flippin' ride It's for your flippin' nose, yeah I flip it right When I'm linking cats, probably different guy My [?], yeah my bitch is white Put it on the scales, watch it did just fly It's half past five I ain't flippin' tired When a bag rips I'ma check if he's white I ain't tryna buck feds with my fire Tryna have me caved in, with barbed wire Still do movies as a fake supplier [Chorus] Drive round town with the bestest crem In the west end but the kids from ends No less than fifteen, I done shot Benz Ain't got a three-five, got ten-ten Drive round town with the bestest crem In the west end but the kids from ends No less than fifteen, I done shot Benz Ain't got a three-five, got ten-ten Drive round town with the bestest crem In the west end but the kids from ends No less than fifteen, I done shot Benz Ain't got a three-five, got ten-ten Drive round town with the bestest crem In the west end but the kids from ends No less than fifteen, I done shot Benz Ain't got a three-five, got ten-ten Drive round town with the bestest crem In the west end but the kids from ends No less than fifteen, I done shot Benz Ain't got a three-five, got ten-ten Drive round town with the bestest crem In the west end but the kids from ends No less than fifteen, I done shot Benz Ain't got a three-five, got ten-ten [Verse 2] Just linked Dorma, now I gotta link Francis Just like curry man met 'em in the dances Still link movement under the arches Don't ask me for a half pic We do concrete they do carpet Then they wonder why they aren't rich Man's onsite when I doing grafting But I'm not onside, man's on curb with tigger's who's roaring This money couldn't ever get boring This ring, it could never get annoying If you talking 'bout sauce, I got the soy That's how I drawed that girl by oi'ing Fast forward pum-pum destroying Mash up the pussy like Tom and Jerry Still run man down if you don't I'm a readies Boof, back man down now your face on telly 'Cause your body drop blood off man koof cut kweffy I was in Shoreditch moving edgy Tryna go cashpoint got it, man's ready Outside your shop then get finessed, b Don't like it then come test me Don't ask for a drawer don't sell weed My ting mash up your headpiece [Chorus] Drive round town with the bestest crem In the west end but the kids from ends No less than fifteen, I done shot Benz Ain't got a three-five, got ten-ten Drive round town with the bestest crem In the west end but the kids from ends No less than fifteen, I done shot Benz Ain't got a three-five, got ten-ten