Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Missing , by - Belly SquadRelease date: 26.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Missing |
| I thank God for the plug |
| Saucing, dripping |
| Me and bro on the M way doing mileage |
| We been missing |
| Missing |
| Nah she ain’t calling you rude boy |
| It’s me that she missing |
| Missing |
| Book a flight, now I’m missing |
| When a man are running to the p’s |
| Yeah my bruddas bring me trees |
| I’m never sober |
| I’m never sober |
| Really active on the streets |
| If my brudda pull up we gon' squeeze, yeah |
| Then it’s all over |
| Then it’s all over |
| Sauce, be dripping |
| I remember when they didn’t wanna listen |
| I told her bitch, don’t be trippin' |
| If I give bro the job then you’re missingg |
| She know the gang can’t fall out |
| Do loads, if it’s me, wanna call out |
| With Chase or Ace if I walk out |
| It’s only chicks or p’s that we talk bout |
| Upside livin' |
| Rudest women |
| I came with the mandem, but I left with your missus |
| She ain’t picking up the phone, my darg I think she missing |
| Missing |
| My darg I think she missing |
| I thank God for the plug |
| Saucing, dripping |
| Me and bro on the M way doing mileage |
| We been missing |
| Missing |
| Nah she ain’t calling you rude boy |
| It’s me that she missing |
| Missing |
| Book a flight, now I’m missing |
| I thank God for the plug |
| Saucing, dripping |
| Me and bro on the M way doing mileage |
| We been missing |
| Missing |
| Nah she ain’t calling you rude boy |
| It’s me that she missing |
| Missing |
| Book a flight, now I’m missing |
| Shawty loud speaker in the T, I remember I was playing with the microwave |
| Now her pussy just dripping, when she sees the guys on stage |
| Just like the old days, I’ll cause another tidal wave |
| Just know that could’ve been you when you see me put One of the licence plate |
| Bad B come to the Niz, shawty wanna do it like Diddy and Cassie |
| Only if she knew I was rolling down ballies, still with a skeng on my lap in |
| the backseat |
| No sort code when we step in, moretime man doing it straight casheen |
| One level on a trackie, never look tacky, still fling a tenner on Andy |
| Walk in the room and there’s skengs in the duffel, different selections |
| Locked in the cell and I look in the mirror, it’s my reflection |
| And guess what I see, I see only me |
| Taking those risks but for free, that just won’t be me |
| I thank God for the plug |
| Saucing, dripping |
| Me and bro on the M way doing mileage |
| We been missing |
| Missing |
| Nah she ain’t calling you rude boy |
| It’s me that she missing |
| Missing |
| Book a flight, now I’m missing |
| I thank God for the plug |
| Saucing, dripping |
| Me and bro on the M way doing mileage |
| We been missing |
| Missing |
| Nah she ain’t calling you rude boy |
| It’s me that she missing |
| Missing |
| Book a flight, now I’m missing |