Lyrics Gwolla - Monster Florence, S. Samuel, S.Samuel

Gwolla

Oh you lying oh you lying man
How they saying we the best I think they might be lying man
Oh your lying hope she lying
Only fucked the bitch 7 times I think it might be mine
Henny mixed with that haze
Side table like the spurs front two that’s Erikson next to that Kane
That Sony Sony Erickson
Darling behave you only fuck on first dates
How them man keep changing their face them man some Nicholas cage
And I think I’m iron man
I think these 3 smart pills might must have dumb me down Harvey Price in fact
I don’t think I like you man
Cut you off I need pliers man
Mike Myers with admirer’s man
Paul Walker on a icy track
I promise that this my final lap
Pound euro yen dollar
Get it and spend it on mumma
Pound euro yen dollar
Get it and fuck who I wanna
Pound euro yen dollar
Get it and spend it on mumma
Pound euro yen dollar
Get it and fuck who I wanna
Scrolling on Instagram
Looking for a chick to bang
Cause' me and girl had plans this weekend
But I never stick to plans
500mg I’m spinning round on ceiling fans
She kicked me out said don’t come back
You can’t ban me I’m in a band
You can’t ban me I quit already
Ead’s gone, Like Ed n Eddy
Charged up I’m every ready
It always snows in February
It February all year around
I’m bringing gear around
What a time to be alive
Yeah what a guy to be around
I’m fizzy
Break of a bit of the ham and roll it up
Smoke it like salmon
Studio session with Sam in
Man what fuck are planning
Fuck are they plotting?
Buzz like a bumble bee I need pollen
Give me that precious honey I’m Gollum
Where is it?
Pound euro yen dollar
Get it and spend it on mumma
Pound euro yen dollar
Get it and fuck who I wanna
Pound euro yen dollar
Get it and spend it on mumma
Pound euro yen dollar
Get it and fuck who I wanna
Ima' Stan firm n' kill Kenny
(God dammit)
You can act worse yeah real deadly
You’d believe in a flat earth to be edgy
Your little man purse will get emptied
Gimme ‘that pack ya burning ain’t smelly
Tryna' be cool but you man all need credit
And you’re still going 2 quid’s in on a benners
Fucking Pathetic
Now I’m with two fit chicks on hallucinogens
Racked one fat line n' I hoovered it
Told her 3 times I’m a hooligan with super dick so come shall we do this thing
Wrap a cape round ya face lemme prove it quick
Vandalise the pumps unruliness
Beat ya back till it cracks never move again
Dick all got her crippled in a loony bin
I ain’t sorry
I ain’t lit I ain’t rich I ain’t worried
Got a Chinese bit but she’s more into Wallace
So, I’m a keep bopping
An throw out my arms like which one of you want it
I heard ya mix CD geez n' mate all of its bollocks
Wish I ain’t bothered
You just don’t wanna get left like it’s Conors
(you'll do nothing)
You should just stop it
I’m just being honest
Pound euro yen dollar
Get it and spend it on mumma
Pound euro yen dollar
Get it and fuck who I wanna
Pound euro yen dollar
Get it and spend it on mumma
Pound euro yen dollar
Get it and fuck who I wanna
My boys got a big bag of gear in the city
And he’s up for sharing it with me
He’s on his way to the pub, I’ll be there in a jiffy
Now I’ve got a beer and a ciggy
I’m sipping on the beer as I stare at a fitty
Her tits are scaring me stiffy
She looks in my eyes as I stare at her tittie’s
Tonight, I ain’t wearing a jimmy
I walk in the place in my sickest gear
Looking like Richard Gere
Sniffing Gear
Tryna' make 50 beers disappear into thin air
Vanish
Yeah boi I’d relapse in rehab
Hey man where’s the weed at and E tabs
Yeah gimme gimme gimme
Let’s put flowers in her hair hug some trees and lick some tree sap
Take downers and stare at the TV and sink in bean bags
Chilled out never apprehensive
I want that lethal weapon that Patsy Kensit
With good gag reflexes
To give me a Thai massage with a happy ending