Lyrics: Dee Ahmed
Music: Dee Ahmed
I don’t really do beef I’m good fam
if I wanna get a man slapped then I could fam
Cos I got real hitters on line Bro was really 19 on the block with a mustang
Cold start got the neighbours pissed and I’m still on the M6 racing pigs
Shout bro got a raving chick
South Asian one with a waist so thick
3 brown tings ima slide with caution
4 ring whip and the spec says vorsprung
carbon roof and a miltek if they ain’t German then I don’t know them
Meri jaan I just can’t get over you
them late night calls they’re overdue
and I know that you told me to move on
**** these hoes In the end its only you
I’m flying backroads hella racks in the boot cut through take chase tryna get yard
Sweet brown eyes that I noticed, fresh set nails and it’s matching her head scarf
She got a ring on her nose and her outfits trendy
Levi Jeans and her makeup fenty
kiko lips I can tell she’s rich
van Cleef on her hand on the other is mendhi
Now im holding her face
she’s the one I could never replace,
Lost in my thoughts, stuck in this place,
Chasing this love that my mind can’t erase.
One day we’ll find our redemption
Heart cold I can’t promise affection,
eye contact got me feeling the tension,
Now I feel pain where her head used to rest in