Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Council Flat , by - M Huncho. Song from the album 48 Hours EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 12.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: M Huncho
Song language: English
Council Flat |
| All black trackie make you nauseous |
| Brick so fleeky, yeah, she flawless |
| Around so many trees, it be feelin' like a forest |
| Yeah, and I do it like I’m lawless |
| I do it, large portions |
| Vacuum seal the plastic now it’s lookin' gorgeous |
| Supplyin' crisp packets, yeah it ain’t no walkers |
| Stay away from bitchy jiggas, they just talkers |
| Reminiscing times, billin' su’um in a Raw riz |
| And they got no money, yeah, they can’t afford this |
| Uh, they can’t afford piss |
| These jiggas entertain gyal, they do up French kiss |
| I do up nastiness, she give my dick her full lips |
| Full lips, bando boy, tell my young G, hold it |
| Sunday night, break a pack, I kick some ball quick |
| And we don’t forfeit, came up through the losses |
| Make a toast, yeah, we raise our glasses |
| Council flat and I’m waitin' on my homie |
| He just got the Re and this ain’t homie |
| If we ain’t got no relations, please don’t phone me |
| I don’t want no fake yutes, I’d rather do up lonely, yeah |
| I’d rather do up lonely |
| I’m with Facey, I’m with Tony |
| Got this paper, it’s all on me |
| Leave a paper trail on me, yeah |
| You can smell the paper on me, yeah |
| Roll with a couple, I’m still sucker free |
| Need that large portion, stack lookin' Philly cheese |
| In an empty car park curly ting she suckin' me |
| No names, no shame, we all sinners |
| So Ima use a code name |
| She’s Francesca, she’s from London |
| She ain’t Leicester and I tell her that my name is |
| Alessandro with the Nesta |
| Trappin' in Fiestas |
| Making money, have fiestas |
| Until then I can’t rest cuz nah |
| Black and yellow, I ain’t Wiz cuz |
| Uh, Huncho givin' out these big buds |
| Theres cologne so this bud we can’t stink of |
| I see police so we going for quick runs |
| Council flat and I’m waitin' on my homie |
| He just got the Re and this ain’t homie |
| If we ain’t got no relations, please don’t phone me |
| I don’t want no fake yutes, I’d rather do up lonely, yeah |
| I’d rather do up lonely |
| I’m with Facey, I’m with Tony |
| Got this paper, it’s all on me |
| Leave a paper trail only, yeah |
| You can smell the paper on me, yeah |