TIFFANY Lyrics

I don't sell no boxes of coca

But I'll still buy you the diamonds

Tiffany's

Babes come round and they sit on my lap

Can't tell if it's me or the fifties

I do green but I don't do Whitney

No Charlie

That's pick me

I'm at home in the gaff on my ones

Feeling locked up

But I'm free like Britney

Like come round and slap that bumper

And she rollin' up high grade

No light strain

Cah the lifestyle here gets rougher

When you hear

POP POP PAP PAP

They be doing that shit and they ain't got mufflers

Moved to the bricks from the sticks for the culture

Looking for a sweet bird

No ostrich

I'ma ball like Modrić

Watch for the vultures

Anybody wanna backchat

They get their right hand and we keep it moving

Remember the day bro bro chinged up

And he got backhanded a medium sentence

See most of my lifestyle groovy

But this shit cause too much tension

They crash like Potter and Quidditch

But this shit here ain't good for my image

I'm an English boy with English pride

I'll have English whips on my drive

See a clean SVR

Or a Jag

Or it's a DB9

Or an F-Type

Come with me and you'll live your best life

I'm done with my past and my dead ties

I got old friends

No more new friends

Cos the new friends just come and they spread lies

I surround myself with the bro bros

So they can feel the effects of my legacy

Girls want me and I want them too

but not like that, I don't feel the chemistry

I'll put a brand-new crib on the market

And then I'll just live off the tenancies

Cah the boys come round and I'm mixing the remedy

They know where I'm meant to be

I don't sell no boxes of coca

But I'll still buy you the diamonds

Tiffany's

Babes come round and they sit on my lap

Can't tell if it's me or the fifties

I do green but I don't do Whitney

No Charlie

That's pick me

I'm at home in the gaff on my ones

Feeling locked up

But I'm free like Britney

It's Siege