Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Council Flat, artist - M Huncho. Album song 48 Hours EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |