Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Serving, artist - Kwengface. Date of issue: 02.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Serving |
| Got dis Nokia twerkin' |
| As long as the reception’s good in the bando, set up that shop, start workin' |
| This Z come back twenty seven |
| No way could it come twenty two like suburbans |
| The gang still swervin' in Germans |
| Didn’t drop man |
| Get away from your set, we emergin' |
| Chop that work then bag it |
| Cling it, repair that upsuh, we’re servin' |
| I’m settin' up shop in the OT spot |
| Three days manna get that twerkin' |
| They askin why I’m still servin' |
| I tell her the music ain’t enough earnings |
| Suttin' just got murdered |
| Now I’m sippin' my tea like Kermit (ha) |
| Unlimited grub, unlimited spots, swear that I just be workin' |
| Trap boy, good with the Jap boys and all round here we slap toys |
| I grab the dough they all get dasheen |
| Come cash, might get served by a black boy |
| Yo don’t get drilled on the back way |
| Free in the day of the life man it’s that way |
| The aigons make that noise |
| Ultra attack and we ain’t no react boys |
| I ducked them views on the mains and up till now i still, can’t explain |
| I’m a beast that will never be tamed |
| I flew like pigeons the whole hood flames |
| Serani no games, he park it OK, baby just do what I say |
| You’re far from, you’re up kway |
| But boy, I’d better mind what I say |
| Trap boy, trap boy, when I’m low on the dough man jap boy (come here) |
| Opp block search and attack boy (come here) |
| Smash that man down till he’s nuttin' but racks boy |
| Man’s lettin' dem fly like Fat Boy |
| Trapped out, you know man’s in and out flats boy |
| Dem nosy neighbours preein' me mad like, ugh, look at this black boy (racist) |
| I’m in OT lookin' like a rif raff |
| Chit-chat out 'ere tryna get rich that |
| Got dots in abundance, hundreds, shots I quickly hit that |
| See an opp on the mains, got a skeng in my palm, man’s tryna go lift that |
| Push the whip back, I ain’t into no chitchat |
| Do a man jump out and then go fish that |
| Got dis Nokia twerkin' |
| As long as the reception’s good in the bando, set up that shop, start workin' |
| This Z come back twenty seven |
| No way could it come twenty two like suburbans |
| The gang still swervin' in Germans |
| Didn’t drop man |
| Get away from your set, we emergin' |
| Chop that work then bag it |
| Cling it, repair that upsuh, we’re servin' |
| I’m settin' up shop in the OT shop |
| Three days manna get that twerkin' |
| They askin why I’m still servin' |
| I tell her the music ain’t enough earnings |
| Suttin' just got murdered |
| Now I’m sippin' my tea like Kermit (ha) |
| Unlimited grub, unlimited spots, swear that I just be workin' |
| I took a little trip to the broadway but its got hotter than a bop with a baby |
| I do that drill then search, get low, look for the corn like it’s slavery |
| How that yute try slander my name |
| You ain’t game, your behavior’s gazy |
| I’m up for the bag first thing on the AM when you’re laying bed being lazy |
| Grab that cling foil wrap that tight increase everything goes |
| I still be grippin' my stainless, two grips, two seconds, one, he’s there |
| Try slide round there, blame yourself when you’re layin' in intensive care |
| Free Saucy I wish he was here, no jewels bro would’ve beat his hair |
| Yo, swing to the left |
| Nah, I can’t share my secret |
| What happens in the rex gon' stay in the rex |
| I can’t cuff that ting I just have my fun and I play with her necks |
| Two packs in the rex, my nicks done said it was the best |
| Nah, you can’t play with the set |
| Better move out, get blades in your head |
| Better move out, get blades in your wig |
| I got a soft spot for my sweet one |
| But I love chillin' with my Asian ting |
| Mum said bring home an African one |
| But I’m in love with Jamaican tings |
| Quit tellin' I’m up with a heart |
| That one was amazing flip |
| See an opp man is blazin' whip |
| Got dis Nokia twerkin' |
| As long as the reception’s good in the bando, set up that shop, start workin' |
| This Z come back twenty seven |
| No way could it come twenty two like suburbans |
| The gang still swervin' in Germans |
| Didn’t drop man |
| Get away from your set, we emergin' |
| Chop that work then bag it |
| Cling it, repair that upsuh, we’re servin' |
| I’m settin' up shop in the OT shop |
| Three days manna get that twerkin' |
| They askin why I’m still servin' |
| I tell her the music ain’t enough earnings |
| Suttin' just got murdered |
| Now I’m sippin' my tea like Kermit (ha) |
| Unlimited grub, unlimited spots, swear that I just be workin' |