Chip Roll, Sausage in Batter

[Verse 1: Kano]

I do this for the streets

Yeah I do it for my niggers

I do this for my female dogs, bitches

Women all around blowing thousands'a kisses

Turn me into Prince Charming, rib-bit

I do this 'cos I does it

I do it 'cos I'm just the shit

Seat up, no air freshener and I ain't flushing it

Mixtape master, Sense artiste

Wax on wax off Mister Miyagi

I come into the club, I take over the town

Like Titanic repeats you know its going down

You know what I'm about

You're girlfriend watch her

Ben Steal-her from a nigga

Yeah Meet The Fockers

Body like you watch her

And binoculars like opera

Pocket money back off said she got it from her mother

All them men they love her

They all wanna marry

I just want a massage with a Gilmore and ending happy

They all take their shopping Dolce, Louis

She knows that I'm too G'd up Gucci

We can hit the club

But we don't hit the movie

And anything I ask her she do like Stewie

She said she "ain't a groupie"

I said I ain't a group, please

"Okay let me take a picture"

I don't do cheese

Oh so heartless

Stone cold partner

We get plastered

Oh dirty bastard

Old school Partners

Phone call, Paris

Front line Gaza, Riddim Dadas

Mixtape Bars, Grime-God fathers

I try hard to keep up with the Carters

Twitter beef starters

Why do you have ask the

Questions; Answer "Suck your mudda"

Crown me, Plaza

Can't put my finger on it

Thats my 16 from college

Bingo, Gala

Please I am the wrong tree

You're a barker

First place I'm the Usain you're Asafa

They know Kane marking road Panorama

Chip roll sausage batter ketchup, tata

Bauer