Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cinderella, artist - Rv.
Date of issue: 23.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cinderella |
Little bro lost a boot, Cinderella |
Lifestyle’s like a movie, no Interstellar |
Anytime I get that drop, I be posted up like a selfie |
Me and Headz like Freddie and Jason and we treat the opp block like Elm Street |
All of this work in the T, I do that up ‘til I’m wealthy |
Hit the opp block and apply that pressure, I ran man down I’m healthy |
I got faith my ting won’t jam, this .44 long won’t fail me |
I put 6 in your back like Koscielny, I’m a Hazard like I play for Chelsea |
Re-up on bits of both |
Feds try do me for conspiracy, how they talking leading role? |
Luckily I wear these gloves, I could never leave my prints on those |
Can’t mix pleasure with business, I’ve gotta leave this bitch on hold |
One day I can twin these rambos, next day me and Tugg twin these poles |
Lean out the ride tryna hold that steady, I ain’t gotta swing this pole |
Pigs want the Gs on |
One day I’m fresh home, next day I’m chinging and skeng those goals |
Me and RV on the opp block, that’s Dwight Yorke and Andrew Cole |
I told RV just slap it in reverse, been tryna put man on a t-shirt |
Tryna take man’s blood home on this tonight 'cos finders keepers |
I’ll wrap both hands 'round a 4s and spin it like DJ Grevious |
Re-up on loads, lose weight and still ain’t gone down to a medium |
They ask how I ain’t got more previous, must be a genius |
Skeng blow like balloons on helium, the whole gang far from lenient |
Went from auto spinners and leaners, to servery workers and cleaners |
That’s gum from heaters, to using pipes as heaters |
Little bro lost a boot, Cinderella |
Lifestyle’s like a movie, no Interstellar |
Anytime I get that drop, I be posted up like a selfie |
Me and Headz like Freddie and Jason and we treat the opp block like Elm Street |
All of this work in the T, I do that up ‘til I’m wealthy |
Hit the opp block and apply that pressure, I ran man down I’m healthy |
I got faith my ting won’t jam, this .44 long won’t fail me |
I put 6 in your back like Koscielny, I’m a Hazard like I play for Chelsea |
Came outta jail, got me a shank and a sim card |
Score points on the opps, then I just dab like I’m Lingard |
Had no beans on my canteen sheet, now I eat steak and lobster |
Just re’d up on budge, and bro did a yay like Drogba |
Put 6 in your back like Pogba |
Real life shit no soccer |
Jump out do man proper |
Stainless steel for the rambo, but you know that the shells are copper |
Wave sticks like Harry Potter |
Drive through Wood Green with the Big Mac and I go BK for a whopper |
Got a Lyca sim in my Nokia, and I make sure the battery’s full |
My plug just gave me a brick, he already knows that it’s manageable |
I used to wipe dust off of scales, this time 'round I’m bagging it all |
You was selling sweets in the playground, and I had draws I was trapping in |
school |
Rule number 1, fiends don’t come to the crib |
Tell 'em just wait where you are, or meet me under the bridge |
I do the trap ting properly, I shot white and I shot b |
Moving all of this weight, I had to tell my worker to spot me |
Little bro lost a boot, Cinderella |
Lifestyle’s like a movie, no Interstellar |
Anytime I get that drop, I be posted up like a selfie |
Me and Headz like Freddie and Jason and we treat the opp block like Elm Street |
All of this work in the T, I do that up ‘til I’m wealthy |
Hit the opp block and apply that pressure, I ran man down I’m healthy |
I got faith my ting won’t jam, this .44 long won’t fail me |
I put 6 in your back like Koscielny, I’m a Hazard like I play for Chelsea |