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Turn Turn, turn Told me turn, ayy Yo The plaques come platinum, my bezel's stainless Whip goes fast and the crib’s outrageous (Skrrt) Just spent twenty-eight K on production Light up a stage and leave in a spaceship (Haha) Day-Date plane for the day GG on my waist, CC on my trainers (Ah) Pagans, they wanna play If I pipe her down, after that, we're strangers (One) Old school like Ratatouille Now I just act a fool in Louis (Turn, turn) Brown skin girl, caramel coulis Pockets fat, Andy Ruiz (Told me turn, ayy) Pop that Ace of Spades I drank from the bottle, now my outfit ruined (S-S-Suh, suh) Ah, I bought a new one, could be Nеwham Fuck it, I'll beat if the bitch is ratchet Long as hеr hands and feet are matchin’ Young Aitch don't dive in the pussy I take off my DSQ's and backflip SongtexteAir 1's come white like my ashes But I won't smoke if it ain't rolled backwards Long time, I ain't seen the mandem It's just me, myself and the cameras (One) First-class when I stamp this yay I got it with wads, not ApplePay (Suh, suh) Route to the clearport, personalised Air Force (Suh, suh) And they’re lookin’ all crack cocaine (S-S-S-Suh) If I get bored, the destination's St. Tropez (Turn, turn) St. Tropez, me and shorty twinnin’ in Saint Laurent (Yo) Baguettes, dem fill up my wrist My watch ain't French, it's Swiss (One) Put in that work, we took the risk And now we can't risk this lick (S-S-Suh, suh, suh, suh) Got ten bands cash in the bag Pink’s wrapped in fives and the red's in quids Chanel store's so big Just show me where the entrance is (One) Baguettes, dem fill up my wrist My watch ain't French, it's Swiss Put in that work, we took the risk And now we can't risk this lick (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Got ten bands cash in the bag Pink's wrapped in fives and the red's in quids Chanel store's so big Just show me where the entrance is Yo, shorty said "H" Me and Aitch both lookin' like H or Aitch? (Who? Uh) I'm rollin' in my jeans in exclusive J's I'm sportin' my Audemars Piguet (One) Front row at the Louis show, you know how much I love Paris (Paris) Touché, ballet, filet (Yeah) Parlez-vous anglais? (Chale) AP when I wanna be a rapper Normal day, it's the Prezi or Dweller I don't like her man so fuck Keisha These days, man's with Becky or Bella Me and bro pulled up in a Double R Ghost Ex guy still flex umbrellas (Skrrt) Bag in the back of the whip 'Bout twenty-six quid in nothin' but tenners (Suh) D down fanny Gyal from London, gyal from Manny (Told me turn, ayy) Smoke biscotti or Skittles (Turn, turn) Or any type of Cali Twenty-five bags in cashish She was a good girl, now she turned bad B (My name) My plaque just went gold (Suh) I tell my label, "I want it in rose" (Yeah, uh) Tell the label, "I ain't puttin' pen to paper for no less than two M's" (No way) Grew up in Moston, then I got rich, now I'm in some new ends All I know is money and success Wanna talk P's? That's fine, I'm fluent (Mm-mm) Stacks so big, the elastic snapped Now I'm pissed cah the picture's ruined Baguettes, dem fill up my wrist My watch ain't French, it's Swiss Put in that work, we took the risk And now we can't risk this lick (This lick) Got ten bands cash in the bag Pink's wrapped in fives and the red's in quids Chanel store's so big Just show me where the entrance is (One) Baguettes, dem fill up my wrist My watch ain't French, it's Swiss Put in that work, we took the risk And now we can't risk this lick (S-S-Suh, suh, suh, suh) Got ten bands cash in the bag Pink's wrapped in fives and the red's in quids Chanel store's so big Just show me where the entrance is (Turn, turn) Turn, turn Turn, turn Turn, turn Aus Songtexte Mania