Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song HDC, artist - M1llionz.
Date of issue: 16.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
HDC |
Burstin' all of these hand-to-hands |
Cah my worker’s gone off the rails (Hands on) |
Told bro 'go shut the window' |
Cah the breeze blowin' the food off the scales (Hurry up man) |
Normally I do it by eyelids |
But the cats wan' complain 'bout sizes (Always moanin') |
And my driver’s moanin' too |
Cah he got a black box and we’re over the mileage (Hmm) |
I don’t know why recently |
Bare man are gettin' on to the black tings (Huh?) |
Cah in the commercial dances |
They’re only ones tryna bring man’s waps in (True) |
Lighties are good for the O trips |
They help man blend when man’s O trappin' (Basically) |
Told my solider 'you're here for the future' |
You can’t go home 'til permission gets granted (What's he talkin' 'bout?) |
When you hand in your resignation (Huh?) |
It’s still four weeks notice |
Can’t just go home and this ain’t no placement (Where you goin'?) |
I put both phones on silent |
Can still hear noise comin' from the vibration (Ahh) |
K-M-T, this is ravin' |
Now I’m gettin' bare funny looks in probation (Ahh) |
I pour the syrup in the Mountain Dew |
Now that’s a real G leanin' (Swervin') |
Just done a swap with the scousers |
Had to tell ar-kid 'make sure you clean it' |
He said a lever’s stuck on the broom |
He’s tryna clean up but can’t do no sweepin' (It's cool man) |
Told him grab some WD-40 |
Don’t panic, it might need a greasin' (Just grease it) |
From the G-po I was breezin' (Whoosh) |
See my nigga trip, I was pissed, had to leave him (Ahh) |
Yeah, the key made for this ST ting |
Cah this shit fob can’t go on no keyring (Lose it) |
This leng one wants sexual healin' |
But said she’s only free in the evenin' (Huh?) |
She don’t know I’m on HDC |
'Excuse me miss, let’s make an agreement' |
(Time and place) |
I need a excuse for these tag people |
When they phone and ask why I’m late (Ahh) |
Press the blue button on the box |
Like, sorry EMS, it must be a mistake |
Never been out for steak |
That’s why that ting links you for the dates |
But fuck what’s on her plate |
I still get that drunk phone call when it’s late |
I let my phone bling on deals for a month |
And it’s only scores and half of sixes (Brr) |
Landlord clocked the plate in the flat |
And said, «lads, you’re gettin' evicted» |
I tried play duress at my second strike |
The judge said, «mate, stop playin' the victim» (Hahaha) |
Then I ended up on the wing |
Playin' ping pong with this chink yute called Ling Ling (Woi-yoi) |
One night, two separate functions |
How have they both ended up in passa? |
The mandem screamin' out lagga (Lagga, lagga) |
Like suttin' never got poked up or ralla |
'016, I got stopped by the Beamers |
I should’ve done a dash when they found man’s stabber (Mm) |
But they didn’t give a toss |
I think what they really want was a hammer (Bow) |
Lost the food and you ain’t got raided |
That’s a substantial wage reduction |
Told the island ting 'bring a bottle' |
She don’t even know what she bringin' through customs (Haha) |
If you tell the boydem 'personal use' |
That’s gonna be a gross misuse of the substance (Long) |
But I can’t lie, anything’s better than summer time induction |
I just checked Google |
They said this year twenty notes gone plastic (That's why) |
When I reload, I give them to the plug |
And keep the tens for the stackin' |
Even though it takes up space |
Pays twice as much every bill that’s folded (Folded) |
Remember my shoes had holes in |
Now I make money when cats gon' smoke tings |
I sent a text sayin' 'lock arff at eight' |
So why’s it 2AM and bitty’s still phonin'? |
(Huh?) |
Who’s my man? |
I don’t know him |
Flick button get clicked same time I approach him (Whoosh) |
HMP, I was roastin' |
My gyal on her mash just rubbin' and moanin' |
My next door bangin' the wall |
Pretend to be a sleep but really I’m zonin' (Pissin' me off) |
Told my girl 'one minute' |
I can hear the night boss creepin' around |
I’m tryna have a convo |
Everyone’s at the door beatin' it down (Boom, boom) |
All gassed over Love Island |
Megan’s a slag and she’s sleepin' around |
So I just turn on my set |
Put it on full blast, now I can’t hear a sound (Woi-yoi) |
Ghosty |