Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On the Float, artist - Versatile. Date of issue: 31.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
On the Float |
| Three years ago I owed me bollox out |
| Empty pockets empty wallets I smoked every product out |
| Orange bud and shark attack |
| I put this place on whopper drought |
| Ridin' moths from India cause I’m into the exotic trout |
| I never wrap up when I’m ridin' fat fucks |
| And I never bally up when I’m robbin' Ladbrokes |
| I take ya to the crooks and they cooked all the books |
| Now I’m sleepin' on the bus and all the boys run amuck |
| Me, Casper, Sid, Baba and Jay were always on the float |
| Unemployed and baked to bits |
| We’re skint though, yes we’re proper broke |
| We do fuck all pal |
| Everybody thinks we’re dopes |
| Yet their stuck in work while we get mashed and always drop the yokes |
| We’re on the float |
| We’re on the scope |
| We’re takin' yokes pal pass the roach but watch the coat |
| One more hot rock me ma' will cut me throat |
| I’ve no time for fat thicks |
| I never pay me taxes |
| A one way ticket to the 'Dam to smoke out the Abraxas |
| I’m skinnin' up a fat thing |
| While rippin' up me king skins |
| I win four grams from Dan Creek |
| Boys there’s John Paul and Dean Flynn |
| What’s up, What’s up, What’s up, What’s up, What’s up, What’s up, |
| Yeah on the float |
| What’s up, What’s up, What’s up, What’s up, What’s up, What’s up, |
| I have a sweaty gooch |
| Cause we be always on the float |
| Lock your bike, we’re on the stroke |
| Everybody says we’re dopes |
| But everyone’s stuck in a poxy nine to five |
| We be always on the float |
| On the labour get the dole |
| You don’t like it, you can get the boat |
| But they’re the one stuck in a poxy nine to five |
| (Eskimo Supreme) |
| I can’t believe I used to work a fuckin' job |
| Every time I’d be in work I’d want to load me fuckin' boss |
| And all me lick arse colleagues seemed to want to do was suck his knob |
| Fuck wearin' a shirt and tie I’m usually decked out in Lacoste |
| Fuck your job |
| I’d rather be a bum |
| Smoke green all day stay at home pullin' me plum |
| I don’t take orders pal I take cheese and lettuce on me spicy chicken fillet |
| roll yis cretins do yis fuckin' get it |
| I stopped textin' mots when I discovered brazzers |
| Less stress no text |
| Gets yer hole much faster |
| Pussy’s all I’m after |
| A brazzer is the answer |
| Said fifty when I asked her |
| I banged her then I cracked her |
| I dig to the face and a knee to the head then a hook to the stomach and a boot |
| to the legs |
| Took me money back off the brazzer pal and then I fled |
| Back to the gaff |
| Smoke in the sacks |
| Burnin' the hash had fifty in me khaks |
| On the float |
| Cause we be always on the float |
| Lock your bike, we’re on the stroke |
| Everybody says we’re dopes |
| But they’re the ones stuck in a poxy nine to five |
| We be always on the float |
| On the labour get the dole |
| You don’t like it, you can get the boat |
| But they’re the one stuck in a poxy nine to five |
| Yeeah, on the float! |