Lyrics Player One - P Money, KSI, JME

Player One

Teddy
Teddy
I made my first grand from teefing in an automobile
When I was young never thought that I will
Then I passed my test in 2 double O 7
And I was killing MC’s 'cause man had a license to kill
Back then I had a Corsa
Now I’ve got something that will merk man
I’m running with a whip enforcer
Metal gear in the glove compartment
I’m on a mug ting, I’m a rugby sport star
You ain’t shooting, bro, you’re Lukaku
Ain’t bought my CD then I won’t at you
I’ll hit man with my CD so hard that you’ll wake up with a bar code tattoo
I’ve got bangers, bro, I ain’t stressing
This year is an anthem ting, I ain’t messing
I can tell Electronic Arts wasn’t really your thing in school 'cause you ain’t
finessing
I don’t drink 'cause I’m a G
Won’t see me with a Strongbow in a pub G
In a fortnight you’ll be breading them cheese biters
You’re some pizza hut freak
Charisma, you won’t hear my no P
You’ve got some big money shopping, you know me
Buying up Oxford, Bond, and Regent Street
My real life is like Monopoly
And a few girls want me to have 'em
'Cause she heard every wish is now my command
If she holds the balls of a dragon
Sounds super, what you saying?
Let’s pattern
Roulette, either you’re betting black tie or red is dead
But you choose G
Gun shots might amuse me
I’m used to that sound, that’s Call of Duty
Gone
I roll with bloodhounds, they got the crow
So much smoke cause tickly throat
It could be blessed, they are still on smoke
Sub Zero, yeah, still on Smoke
Frost on the ground, watch where you step
Jump in the whip, no need to rev
I don’t need a boost, I’ll wheel spin on the spot you’ll still lose
'Course, on this course I’ll merk the race
I came to showdown in the first place
Two big screens in my whip, no gas
I’ve got a double digital dash
You can’t take the crown from the king
Test me, lick off your head like Jin
Leave your whole crew spread on the floor
I came to enforce martial law
Sometimes I laugh when I think way back
Man came to the ends and got their gun jacked
Mission failed, robber got robbed
Move correct when you’re on the odd jobs
Serious, or it might get complex
Temple get caved in, now you’re vex
You can’t scream mayday, fam
When your jaw is wired up, that’s the plan
Fuck up and bruck up the spinal cord
Can’t censor me, fam, straight full gore
Big man, teenager, or kid
Best know who you came to war with
Mans active
Reload the beat, man, don’t chat shit
Drag man to the canals and I’ll back-flip
Kick man off the bridge, fam, I’m bat shit
Crazy, leave a man ghost like
That shit’s Jme
Time trials
Ghost
2010 had them ruling
You know that FIFA’s the ting I’ve been owning
No cap, I killed it when gaming
Throwback, I beast with no noose, like the first time I came in
I’m over the watch and I’m maining the peace
500 thousand, I ball with no lease
Lambo went purple to gold
Film for a vid, I would try see my value increase
Gettin' milli to milli for doing it all
Milli to milli for learning aboard
Milli to milli for doing it silly
Highly contagious in all of my ages, I’m moving with Billy
Feeling I’m balling, but you knew that with the Beerus
Searching for that cleaner need to finish him like Geras
But he don’t want that combat
Miss me with that storm and that chit chat
6 rounds of punching, I’m on that
From that New Age, didn’t need a halo to come up
Look at the teeth
You can tell this nigga chief
Independently breaking the charts
I’m on your menu when you look who i’m making the parts
I need no medal on the level, just loving the arts
Loving to be on the rocks, loving to be on the dock
Causing eruption or assumptions, dying to get me
Unpredictable, so they don’t ever forget me
Bitch