Lyrics: Seb Weal
Music: Seb Weal
Yuh, yuh
Uh, uh, uh
Yuh, yuh, go
Ay, ah, ah, ah, ah
F-f*ck
Ay, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ay, f*ck
Ay, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ay, ay, f*ck
Ay, ah, ah, ah, ah
Yuh, yo, f*ck
I mash it up in London, and I mash it up in France
She mash up in the party, I got mash up in the dance (Go, go)
It's not this money in my jeans, you can tell it by my stance (Say it again)
Baddie want to f*ck, I told her I can't do romance (No)
I mash it up in London, and I mash it up in France (Yuh)
She mash up in the party, I got mash up in the dance (Yuh)
It's not this money in my jeans you can tell it by my stance (Facts)
Baddie want to f*ck, I told her I can't do romance
Mix the uh, with the uh, mix it up today
I mix the 'tussi with exotic, 'cause I love the taste
Amount of kids I buss on her, could start the human race, uh
When I f*ck her, only time I come in second place, yuh
She wan’ f*ck with me, I chef like I'm direct
I must be selling cyber, she just took a Percocet
She know we getting sh*t in motion if I step with Ess
And I ain't shaking hands, but I’mma have you shaking legs (Go)
Shake it slow, shake it fast, shake it like it's your world
Take her time, she can't get freaky with me, bring her home (Go)
If I take you backstage, then I'mma make your toes curl (Go, go, go, go, go)
I mash it up in London, and I mash it up in France (Yuh)
She mash up in the party, I got mash up in the dance (Yuh)
It’s not this money in my jeans, you can tell it by my stance (Facts)
Baddie want to f*ck, I told her I can’t do romance (No)
No, I can't take no chances
Bro pull out the wap to make these pussy n*ggas dancing
They was talking sh*t until the fire guess it's started
The weed smell like I'm farting, it’s fighting like Joey Barton
Baby, could you take a step back like you're Harden?
And I know she wanna f*ck 'cause she keep begging my pardon
Keep asking what I do, I told that b*tch, “You're too alarming”
I just did a show, I got like eighty percent, I know I did
New pack from the plug, I just chop it then I half it
F*ck her then I pass it, that b*tch look like a Barbie
Her pussy on tsunami
Way you buss it off, I'm like a soldier of the army
Come and put it on me, on me (Put it on me)
I mash it up in London, and I mash it up in France (Yuh)
She mash up in the party, I got mash up in the dance (Go, go)
It’s not this money in my jeans, you can tell it by my stance (Say it again)
Baddie want to f*ck, I told her I can’t do romance (No)