Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Do One, artist - Troyboi. Date of issue: 09.10.2018
Song language: English
Do One |
| What’s with the 50p charge when I pay card? |
| Came for the bag of pork scratchings and I came hard |
| Soon as I put the gloves on I’mma get loud |
| I’mma get loud, I’mma get |
| Look right, we ain’t here for a laugh |
| This is serious (serious), you must think I’m daft |
| The wife cooked my favourite, and I’m in front of the plate |
| And if you do my nut in, well son, it’s gonna end up in your face |
| I’ve had more scraps than you’ve had hot dinners |
| Look at you, useless |
| Looking all clueless, Jesus |
| You need a lesson in being a man |
| Tuck in your shirt and then pull up your pants |
| Listen again if you misunderstand |
| What’s that? |
| I don’t want to hear another peep |
| Tied more hands than the bobbies on the beat |
| Laurenies on my feet, pull up in the Merc with my bird in the street |
| Hello, yeeeah |
| I’ve had enough of these mugs |
| Rolling them up in a rug |
| Come round the back of the car |
| Should have listened when I told ya |
| Do one, do one, do one, do one, do one, you can go do one |
| Too many dings on the line, backed off the bing and I just got a new one |
| Do one, do one, do one, do one, do one, you can go do one |
| Too many dings on the line, backed off the bing and I just got a new one |
| English on the back seat, (shut it) yeah exactly |
| Had a bird try and slap me, two ton pack straight from the factory |
| Black leather gloves, Batman |
| Dentist, take out teeth with a backhand |
| Still dodging the taxman |
| Down on the beach in a kaftan |
| Look who just walked through the door, son |
| I’ve been here before, son |
| Same old situation |
| I’ve got a tenner in the sock and it’s going on the horses |
| Rigor mortis |
| Stiff competition, I’m wishing I were fishing with my grandaughter |
| When I throw stones it’s over, when I throw stones it’s over |
| Don’t throw stones if you ain’t got an hard head |
| Look son I’m already half dead |
| Look son I’m eating a naan bread |
| Nah son, no gravestones in the flower bed |
| I’ve had enough malarkey, I’ve got a mate and he knows karate |
| He’s got a mate and he’s in the army |
| Walk through the door close down the party |
| Fist smash on the fruit machine |
| I’m in the back of the pub with the snooker team, yeah |
| And the boots are clean |
| Pint and the pie with the mash and I’m gravy, yeeeah |
| I’ve had enough of these mugs |
| Rolling them up in a rug |
| Come round the back of the car |
| Should have listened when I told ya |
| Do one, do one, do one, do one, do one, you can go do one |
| Too many dings on the line, backed off the bing and I just got a new one |
| Do one, do one, do one, do one, do one, you can go do one |
| Too many dings on the line, backed off the bing and I just got a new one |