Lyrics Spragga Benz - Ghetts, Mercston

Spragga Benz

Had a girl that I was on the back of the bus with
She was looking out of the window at
Any man driving past in an expensive cyar
So now I ain’t with the same gyal I come up with
Justin, I jump into something
Something only the rich can afford
Man ah run tings, run rings around this one ting
Just 'cause I know that chick was a fraud
I’m stunting on her husband, she’ll dump him
Based on the fact his whip is a Ford
That’s dumb but I’m wondering, which one’s crumbling?
He might feel like she live abroad
Yo, my brudda, don’t let it get to ya
She left him for me, she left me for you
She left you for the man sitting next to ya
Crazy gyal, I might section her
Heard through the grapevine she told someone
That I ain’t ever gonna make it
Wish I could’ve seen her face when she found out
That her ex-boyfriend made it
I still wish you the best, girl
Even though your heart’s full of hatred
And even though I wish you the best, girl
I still have to say this
Na na na na na (I might stunt on my Ghetts on my new ting)
Na na na na na (I was on the bus with my old girl)
Na na na na na (And now I’m in a Benz with my new ting)
Na na na na na, na-na na na na na na
Na na na na na (I might stunt on my Ghetts on my new ting)
Na na na na na (I was on the bus with my old girl)
Na na na na na (And now I’m in a Benz with my new ting)
Na na na na na, na-na na na na na na
Ayy, I roll up in a Benz like na na na na na
Same model as Ghetts, just different colour
In deya like my nigga Shabba
Hopped out, couldn’t see another brudda sharper
Yeah, still need to see a pastor
But fuck it, fling the keys to the valley, man park up
'Nuff gyal around, like I’d ever charge up
Gyal are starstruck, I don’t wanna ménage up
Hold tight the mandem, large up
I come through in a trench coat
Saw my ex-girl coming out of a Tesco
I was playing some Esco, get back, draw for that
Thinking to myself «this would’ve been a floor-filler»
Onto my old ting and my new ting though
See each other, they don’t even need an intro
I’ll be like the frog with a cup of tea at the window, the mad ting
My old ting and my new?
They’re friends
They see each other, they’re gonna wanna pretend
Laugh at each other but
No, Billie, no, Billie, no, Billie
You can’t have my genes in your ovaries
To the woman that’s head-over-heels over me
I wring her out, then she keeps phoning me
I can be a cunt like
Na na na na na (I might stunt on my Ghetts on my new ting)
Na na na na na (I was on the bus with my old girl)
Na na na na na (And now I’m in a Benz with my new ting)
Na na na na na, na-na na na na na na
Na na na na na (I might stunt on my Ghetts on my new ting)
Na na na na na (I was on the bus with my old girl)
Na na na na na (And now I’m in a Benz with my new ting)
Na na na na na, na-na na na na na na