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average rap band - fly casual lyrics

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[verse 1 – tom scott & lui tuiasau]
yeah my submarine is yellow
and my wallabies are camel
rock that grey and black 5 panel
i call that sh-t fly casual

never see me in no camo
because i am not a commando
but might see me in my jandals
with that 5 dollar blue flannel

we ain’t trapping out of no bando
we just tapping on the piano
and we far from international
we just underground like the fraggles

and i don’t f-ck around with no battle
if you wanna scr-p then we can do that tho
i don’t know what got you so agro
why you gotta act like a f-cking -ssh0l-? arggh

[hook]
ok, chill out bruv it’s ok
calm down. it’s ok. all right now. sit down it’s ok

[verse 2 – tom scott & lui tuiasau]
yeah my rap band is average
and my pad ain’t no palace
i got white stains in my asics
i call that sh-t old fashioned

and i’m high like lamar odom
blame it on the kardashians
got a bottle under my jacket
milk crates under my mattress

and i’m high like michael jackson
till i o.d like my balance
tell the dj at my funeral
better play blackberry mol-sses

and i don’t f-ck around with no rappers
always talking bout who’s the baddest
why you got to be so p-ssive
aggressive. got this is all backwards. but all right

[hook]
ok, we get it bruv. it’s ok
your mixtape is hot flames. yeah. whatever you say

[verse 3 – tom scott & lui tuiasau]
i don’t give a f-ck about a motherf-cking sound cloud
i don’t wanna sound like anyone that’s out now
everyone around town imitating our sound
f-ck your hit hat, hit me with a cow bell

shut your mouth for i hit you with the round house
f-ck all of the promo sh-t, put it out now
no one wanna hear about a two month count down
sh-t got me bout to have a motherf-cking melt down

i don’t give a f-ck about a god d-mn hype beast
i ain’t camping out in any line for some nikes
f-ck your air max 90s. bite me
i don’t give a sh-t if you don’t like me

i don’t even like like me. f-ck me. f-ck u. fight me
bruv, you’re a grown -ss man in white jeans
why you gotta be all high and mighty?
bout to get you hit over the head with a heiny

[outro]
ok oh what now? you ok?
your white jeans are all stained
ohhh sorry bout that mate

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