a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

country dons - sofa surfin lyrics

[verse 1]
i see n+ggas double my age cycling round in the rain
i was young, they used to cuss me, now i come in the range
it’s strangе but real funny how these timеs have changed
i know more than what they think and watch ’em lie to my face
s done it bait on the mains, there’s no bussing that case
i told q “get this money” but he’s stuck in his ways
t come home and went back in cah he ain’t saying names
life’s a gamble where i’m from, i don’t think you’ll relate
wagyu steak up in tower bridge, i’m treating my bae
no side girl bro, i barely got time for my main
you was under the shelter my darg, i’m out in the rain
it’s a different kinda struggle when your hunger’s a pain

[chorus]
one thing’s for sure, two things for certain
if my line stops ringing then i’m ot lurking
nosy neighbours near my spot, i gotta close the curtains
leave my young’un in the bando, have him sofa surfing
sofa surfing, i’ll have him sofa surfing
it was dingers on the strip, now come check the german
these gyal see these diamonds and they’re twerking twerking
he was known till the mandem turned him missing person
[verse 2]
the pack’s coming tt, the shots always want more
i’m flying up the country with my bruddas, selling out tours
i tell her “throw it back and make it clap”, that’s an encore
she loves that i’m bilingual, gets wet off a bonjour
it’s audemars and all these foreign whips
i know she’s got a man but p+ssy she won’t tell him sh+t
and f+ck a city, we them trap boys from the country sticks
and all i know is double up and pushing out bricks
i need them rich figures whilst i’m eating big dinners
i hear they’re copping waps but they ain’t bussing no spinners
and your type around you, we call them fake hittas
and my type around me, we call them big winners

[verse 3]
they say they’re trappy, have they ever seen £100k?
clout is crazy, b+tches thinking that they’re molly mae
these women take me out for food, n+gga i don’t pay
gun police at my door, shoulda seen my mother’s face
in and outta court since the age of eleven
we keep the trap open all day like a 7+eleven
that ap looking real nice but you ain’t copped any weapons
i’m a tutor in the game, i can teach you some lessons
amiri on the stitching, i look fly any weather
always covered in diamonds cause i been through the pressure
always kept in one hundred since the day that i met her
got this model ting, she on me, don’t mix business with pleasure
[chorus]
one thing’s for sure, two things for certain
if my line stops ringing then i’m ot lurking
nosy neighbours near my spot, i gotta close the curtains
leave my young’un in the bando, have him sofa surfing
sofa surfing, i’ll have him sofa surfing
it was dingers on the strip, now come check the german
these gyal see these diamonds and they’re twerking twerking
he was known till the mandem turned him missing person

- country dons lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS