Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Air BnB, artist - M1llionz. Date of issue: 16.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Air BnB |
| Where I’m from, it’s scary |
| Niggas scary, they don’t pull up |
| (Rah, it’s BKay, unah) |
| Them dudes only slide round rarely |
| And shoot at the sky, we gotta look up |
| (Ghosty) |
| Bitches like «Do you follow back on the 'Gram?» |
| Bitch, barely, I’m stuck up |
| Saying I’ve changed cause I got a bit of money |
| Bitch, shut the fuck up |
| I’m a young black king that knows his worth |
| I don’t do hookups |
| Me and bro in the kitchen, Pyrex whipping, cook up |
| He said, «Put the fire on the low» but I put it on high |
| Mi did fuck up |
| Lock off (Boyoi) |
| Before I knew about Air BnB |
| I was at the reception in Premier Inn (OT) |
| Well na if the gyal that I’m with’s got ID |
| I’m more time sending her in (Woosh) |
| Blue plastic bag full of munchies |
| Coupl brown rizlas, scale and cling (Chop chop) |
| Turn room 106 to a bando |
| Heading down at the dsk when man’s checking in (Lagga) |
| And it’s approaching 12 |
| One-legged Sam gets disability allowance (Wha'?) |
| No deals after midnight |
| Can make five bills by 1 if I link him and Howard (Huh?) |
| Has your phone never rung all day |
| Go in the bathroom and it rings in the shower (Brrr) |
| Two missed calls from a phone box |
| Ain’t had a sale in 22 hours |
| Must have been bored if you’ve ever seen headsout |
| Me I bring the Louis V store to the penthouse |
| I was angry when shh got cheffed down |
| Left them in the corner shop by the food stretched out |
| T house didn’t do textiles |
| I sent text out |
| She didn’t wanna know way back when |
| But now she cooks me breakfast with her breast out (One) |
| Summer time with the football boots |
| No shin pads or socks, all the legs out (Turn) |
| Now feds at the scene, they’re asking questions |
| Like what’s all the mess 'bout? |
| (Uh) |
| Seven pebs I gave to Fiona for the bando to get rent out (One) |
| I was posted in alley to the trenches |
| Now I go uptown to bring the whole trench out |
| I just need to get a parking permit |
| Cheeks my parcel, then I’m in the town centre (Skrrt) |
| Who’s that with the big issue magazine? |
| Leaning like he just come off a bender |
| My favorite time of the year in the trap game is the last week in December (Why? |
| Cah everyone goes back for Christmas |
| I just stay trapping till the new year enter |
| This deuce holds seven, this trey holds five |
| And this 9 holds ten plus like 6 more |
| I left my phone cranked, got bare missed calls |
| Now my manager’s pissed, thought I was in court (Brr) |
| I can’t speak on what happened last time |
| It’s a in-house ting, man might get upset (Ha ha) |
| I rent a room in this bando premises |
| Landlord don’t know the cats dem sublet (Shh) |
| You ever have to hop that window bank in the garden, that’s multitasking |
| Feds at the door, I’m on my second strike |
| So you know I’m going straight to the can like sardines (Free up) |
| New spot, I’m tryna make it right |
| It can all go left in a heartbeat (Uh) |
| I still got my bottom joggers filled up with twenties |
| And my rack filled up with charlie (Turn) |
| It’s nothing but smoke that we got for them |
| Must have run up a thirty in Scottish glens |
| That’s till he seen me in the Daily Mail and he went and called me by my |
| government |
| My youngboy try go up for a week |
| Now they got him in a monkey stretch |
| Took the grub Aberdeen, so we could charge twelve for a Z |
| Ask Fletch |
| I ain’t waiting in town for the drop |
| Or paying five bills to these new resellers |
| But if you got a size 9 in stock |
| Man will cop and shop with these new plate tenners (Mmh) |
| Two-fifth for these Jordan 1s |
| And a .44 long in this Gucci sweater |
| Badman, she likes when I undress her |
| And put my machine on her makeup dresser |
| I gotta glove up when I touch that presser (Turn) |
| Bro said he can’t mix money and violence |
| Because that just make your name too pepper |
| Flip me a likkles and brown, not brandy (One) |
| Get me a shotgun that’s lanky (One) |
| You know me, I just get too angry |
| And fill the ding dong with the two-two gennas |
| Where I’m from, it’s scary |
| Niggas scary, they don’t pull up |
| Them dudes only slide round rarely |
| And shoot at the sky, we gotta look up |
| Bitches like «Do you follow back on the 'Gram?» |
| Bitch, barely, I’m stuck up |
| Saying I’ve changed cause I got a bit of money |
| Bitch, shut the fuck up (Ghosty) |
| I’m a young black king that knows his worth |
| I don’t do hookups |
| Me and bro in the kitchen, Pyrex whipping, cook up |
| (Rah, it’s BKay, unah) |
| He said, «Put the fire on the low» but I put it on high |
| Mi did fuck up |
| Lock off |