Think

[Chorus: Dirty Danger]

My head keeps spinning around, I can't think

Must be licked off from the drink

Heads be looking around, I get a wink

I'm looking gritty in black, she looking pretty in pink

Head be spinning around, I can't think

Bass so loud, make your eardrums sink

Head be spinning around, you can't think

I've got a big bassline, we don't need no synth

My head keeps spinning around, I can't think

Must be licked off from the drink

Heads be looking around, I get a wink

I'm looking gritty in black, she looking pretty in pink

Head be spinning around, I can't think

Bass so loud, make your eardrums sink

Head be spinning around, you can't think

I've got a big bassline, we don't need no synth

[Verse 1: Tinchy Stryder]

And they all know me, everybody knows

I'm all over the globе, still represent Bow E3

[?] till wе reach a couple goals

Countdown like it's New Year's Eve

Make it rain, make it snow, and the boss be my role

Don't make me roll up my own weed

Steady with the growth, didn't suddenly evolve

Straight from the root, seed

I can even [?] axis

Never gonna, never gonna give away my tactics

Ain't got a mil' in the bank, I'm not that rich

Soon gonna be a baider, soon drastic

When I'm in the club, girls surround

Feeling my weight, they want my pounds

Yeah, turn smiles to frowns

After I beat, I'm gone, I'm out

[Chorus: Dirty Danger]

My head keeps spinning around, I can't think

Must be licked off from the drink

Heads be looking around, I get a wink

I'm looking gritty in black, she looking pretty in pink

Head be spinning around, I can't think

Bass so loud, make your eardrums sink

Head be spinning around, you can't think

I've got a big bassline, we don't need no synth

My head keeps spinning around, I can't think

Must be licked off from the drink

Heads be looking around, I get a wink

I'm looking gritty in black, she looking pretty in pink

Head be spinning around, I can't think

Bass so loud, make your eardrums sink

Head be spinning around, you can't think

I've got a big bassline, we don't need no synth

[Verse 2: Prince Rapid]

Listen, uh, I had about one or two drinks

Girls surrounding me like one or two pimps

I've got my lady on my right arm

So I don't stare, just one or two glimpse

I step, don't want a two Timbs

No beef occurred, I got one or two grins

I think that they knew I was on this ting

And they might get one or two chins

Now we're rocking to the sounds of the DJ

On the decks, Joe Budden and Freeway

Two dance and I go to the bar

And I pay with my card on the debit like eBay

I can't think but I'm in control, believe me

I'm cool and I'm calm as I can B-E

On a bigger man ting, forget the PG

I'm gonna stop there 'cah my-

[Chorus: Dirty Danger]

My head keeps spinning around, I can't think

Must be licked off from the drink

Heads be looking around, I get a wink

I'm looking gritty in black, she looking pretty in pink

Head be spinning around, I can't think

Bass so loud, make your eardrums sink

Head be spinning around, you can't think

I've got a big bassline, we don't need no synth

My head keeps spinning around, I can't think

Must be licked off from the drink

Heads be looking around, I get a wink

I'm looking gritty in black, she looking pretty in pink

Head be spinning around, I can't think

Bass so loud, make your eardrums sink

Head be spinning around, you can't think

I've got a big bassline, we don't need no synth

[Verse 3: Slix]

We kill 'em off with the (du du dum)

Big bass in your face like (du du dum)

Just 'cause I rhyme and I [?], haters wanna ridicule

You're all stains, I'm Mr Muscle, I'll get rid of you

Flee Gang, we're the winning crew

Only into big figures, nuttin' miniscule

Yeah, I want a house with a swimming pool

Greedy so give me two; actually, give me it all

Now let me kill 'em off again with the (du du dum)

Bassline lick off your head like (du du dum)

Anytime we show up, it's an event

Anytime you show up, nobody couldn't care less

No, I couldn't give a flying eff

Lion and I'm proud, looking for a lioness

Majestic flow, they call me Your Highness

Bury me in McQueen and call it a fly death