Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 1Xtra , by - Smoke Boys. Release date: 18.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
1Xtra |
| Are you ready? |
| (Mm-hmm) |
| Boom bang on my |
| 'nough gyal, Hugh Hefner |
| Anytime I get 1xtra |
| Swear down I feel like Hector (swear that I feel like Hector) |
| I was in that brought-down Vetra and we had that boom selector |
| Tryna' boom that bredda |
| Told bro do that right, then do that left |
| We just left a fed car |
| And I still do it for bro, still do it like blue will do it for zedda |
| Had a peng ting from Leicester givin' man xtra, what 'bout electra |
| Guess if she don’t give head, kick that bitch out the bed like vector |
| And I already dance and flex |
| So 1 2 step like Skepta (ay, ay) |
| Skr, skr, dee, dee that’s a fed car (fed car fed car fed car) |
| Don’t want me in but I’m out like Wenger (Wenger, Wenger, Wenger) |
| Change her agenda of a contender when I roll I enter |
| Yo bitch wanna press it like Beckham I bend her |
| I’m feeling a smack down, get the rock out, not the wrestler (ay, ay) |
| 'nough gyal like Hugh Hefner (ay, ay) |
| Hit the block, givin' out a malteser, for a tester 1xtra |
| Man are chatty like gyal two eggs up crack a man’s egg and slap up man’s eggnog, |
| givin' man corn not lectra |
| Put gyal on a stretcher, right after I press her |
| Smoke weed, I’m Smoke Dogg, cocaine in the |
| Fly out Toronto, rest up my bredda |
| I’m Champagne Papi, bottles in the VIP |
| Givin' the gyal dem testers |
| Stay dope like Hector |
| Snow man, got the dweller |
| Step out in ketchup all hot sauce and pepper |
| You was a top boy then turned out to a begger |
| Came up from the bottom, but I work in a cellar |
| French prince like Will but I’m fresher (fresh) |
| Walk in the building like who’s my contender (who's my contender) |
| Brought down paps and I made them cellar |
| I was tryna get my bread up, she just wants me to get wet up (wet up) |
| With man I change up the weather |
| Plugs insist that I send em two xtra |
| Hurry up and buy, I ain’t givin' out testers (hurry up and buy) |
| Young boys run around, yeah they movin' reckless (reckless) |
| Yeah they movin' headless |
| Do you forget it, better not tell feds |
| I ain’t fucking happy |
| Free my dons in the KJ sappy |
| Dem gyal too bloodclaat catty |
| And your babe’s gonna do it for the snappy? |
| 1xtra, give a gyal xtra |
| I like my gyal dem plus, not xtra |
| Oh my days who’s that top flexer |
| F money in the Benz looking expensor |
| Or should I say 'spensive |
| I know where I come from and where the ends is |
| Still show anywhere where my friends is |
| You know my ting different and splendid |
| Gyal love we well wan' touch we |
| Dem a cat for the jookin' and fuckrie |
| Anytime we do this then we say come back |
| Cus they love this flow we fuckrie |
| Listen, I mean business |
| Been tryna get rich with quickness |
| I got peng tings lookin like thickness |
| Gyal wanna make movies but I’m not Idris |
| Straight litness |
| Pattin' up man’s aunts and sisters |
| Might slap on the back like biscuits |
| Get 1xtra or I might just rinse it (you get me?) |
| Had food for the cats like Whiskers |
| And I shut down stages, big up the listeners |
| No Chinese whispers |
| Pourin' up champs and billin' up rizlas |
| More life, we live dis |
| Flex with Ron and Lester |
| Gyal from Brom-town and Manchester (skiii) |