irdc Lyrics

Yeah

One step, two step

And a snare, you could get clapped

Ha

Three steps, four steps

Looking like Pacquiao

Don't talk plead the fifth

Beg you just shut your mouth

Huh

Whoosh

Shit, can you feel that

Pop out your chest with the big guns

Talking that shit like a big Tiger

Bitch, you pussy, you feline

Put him front screen no cinema

Put him big screen no billboard

Playing both sides like a Vigilante

Pressed that big red button, went villain mode

Dim Sum dreams like Hong Kong

Plus I ain't spit in a minute

Weather getting cold

Pshh

Vicious watch what you talking bout, yeah

When you talking bout us

Won't cuff your bitch, I'll give you my word

Hit it and cut, I'll give her my wood

Lumberjack

Pull up lets eat, big

Cause everything I want, I need it

I'm notorious for having ambition

Lil bad bitch on my tip like decent, huh

Efficient, huh

How much do I not give a fuck

Lemme show you right know before I switch it up

A-Ooh

A-Ooh

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A-Ooh

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A-Ooh

Night time, niggas come to life

A-Ooh

A-Ooh

Baby I know, I know, I know

I should stay away from you

But I cant decide

Said I'm made for you

Come on over this side

Claim your heaven

Full of sin, and just lies

Come on over, lets slide

Been a cool minute since you called, like brrrr

How you feeling

Been a hot girl, and your still the same innit

Life's been hard, girl I know, I get it

I'm doing okay, but I can see in your tone

That girl you ain't happy

Like, oh, what happened

Foreign student, all lavish

Been living on your own magic

Let's just take it back to that stage

Cause I'm tryna get to know ya

Language

Take this bitch, right back to my crib

Tell her don't let go, of my ribs

About to give this dog a bone

A-Ooh

A-Ooh

A-Ooh

Should have never did the deed, I know

Still went proceed, I know

Should've never gave you my love, my love

Should of gave you my

Old

Bitches come and go, like pimples

Mix all flavours like cereals

Black and white, like serial codes

Till my face old

Ain't gonna stop, cause I said so

East side boy, tryna get low

Hear my name each side of the globe

Like there go him again

Applying that pressure on them again

Shit I'll even say it myself

Take this shit from Hackney to Compton

You can tell by my accent girl

I'm Straight Outta London

Warrior paint on my face

Woke up this morning

Kind of art should I make today

Van Gogh, give my ear to the music

Can't hear this pain

Nah