Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Table Manners, artist - D-Block Europe. Date of issue: 08.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Table Manners |
| Yeah |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah |
| Ayy, ayy |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah |
| (Benji, he got Benjis) |
| I sip my lean at the restaurant (At the restaurant) |
| She loves real niggas, now she met one (Now she met one) |
| I drink codeine until my breath’s gone (Ah, ah) |
| She wanna fuck with my Rolex on (With my Rolex on) |
| I sip my lean at the restaurant (At the restaurant) |
| She loves real niggas, now she met one (Now she met one) |
| I drink codeine until my breath’s gone (Ah, ah) |
| She wanna fuck with my Rolex on (With my Rolex on) |
| I’m a real street nigga so approach me with caution (Yeah) |
| I’m a real street nigga so she question me so cautious |
| Listen life’s so important (Ah) |
| New YSL, make you look gorgeous |
| And on everything, I wear this Glizzy while I’m walkin' |
| And I ain’t even talkin' (Skrrt) |
| I bought her Chanel and disappeared, yeah |
| I love her nails the colour red, yeah |
| She’s the type of girl that reads your DM and she airs, yeah |
| I’m the type of nigga that these niggas wanna compare with |
| I’m in Amiri jeans and they ain’t got no stains on them |
| I’m with the realest G’s and I ain’t gonna change on them |
| Yes, it’s still in me, I can whip the flake with benz |
| Put this pill in me 'cause I can’t feel no pain again |
| I sip my lean at the restaurant (Yeah, yeah) |
| She loves real niggas, now she met one (Now she met one) |
| I drink codeine until my breath’s gone ('Til my breath’s gone) |
| She wanna fuck with my Rolex on (With my Rolex on) |
| I sip my lean at the restaurant (At the restaurant) |
| She loves real niggas, now she met one (Now she met one) |
| I drink codeine until my breath’s gone (Ah, ah) |
| She wanna fuck with my Rolex on (Twenty-nine) |
| I sip codeine in the Louis store (Louis store) |
| Bring me a Sprite and watch your nigga pour (Nigga pour) |
| I smell like weed in the Gucci store (Ski, ski) |
| Ten stacks in each pocket, I walk unusual |
| South London attitude that she ain’t seen before (Twenty-nine) |
| Bring her back to the trap, she ain’t seen a fiend before (Twenty-nine, |
| twenty-nine) |
| Forty-two degrees, from the balcony you can see the shore (Sea) |
| Said her mum and daddy don’t approve, what you want me to do? |
| They ain’t fuckin' me darlin', it’s me and you |
| They gonna label me toxic, label me trash but they don’t even know the boy (Nah) |
| Couldn’t even get me on Snap, send me a text, can’t even phone the boy |
| Is it weird I wanna see another girl lick you out? |
| (Yeah) |
| But I might kill her 'cause I’m jealous, I can’t figure out (Hahaha) |
| I sip my lean at the restaurant (Yeah, yeah) |
| She loves real niggas, now she met one (Now she met one) |
| I drink codeine until my breath’s gone ('Til my breath’s gone) |
| She wanna fuck with my Rolex on (With my Rolex on) |
| I sip my lean at the restaurant (Ski, ski, ski) (At the restaurant) |
| She loves real niggas, now she met one (Now she met one) |
| I drink codeine until my breath’s gone (Ah, ah) |
| She wanna fuck with my Rolex on (With my Rolex on) |