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g frsh - 18k lyrics

[intro: g frsh]
i swear this must be heaven
got a buff ting in my bedroom
f-cked her till’ like 5
done a session at 11
in a penthouse suite in vegas, man this view amazing
got her bent over the balcony, we’re f-cking while she blazing
take a mental pic for framing, then i change my bb status to
man this can’t be life, with one of them smiley faces
i made it out the white house with that presidential bracelet
she said ‘what’s that watch..a rolex?’
i said ‘yeah..18k’ (b-tch)

[hook: g frsh]
few hundred for the crib, 50 for the whip
20 for my wrist, a license for my kicks
i’m with the buffest chicks coz i’m getting paid
she said ‘what’s that watch..a rolex?’ i said ‘yeah..18k’
18k. thats right. tell them n-ggas i’m getting paid
might go and cop a watch, blow a watch up in that rave
yeah i poured her some champagne before she asked my name
she said ‘what’s that watch… a rolex?
i said ‘yeah..18k’

[verse 1: g frsh]
yeah. what? i’m bragging but
when you did it like me and spent a whole day just bagging (uh)
start the day with a key and bang it out by eve like adam (uh)
then i go to the rave and swallow champagne by the gallon
i ain’t a perm but i’m out here flashing coz when i look down at my wristwear
mad rocks in my clock, it make a n-gga wanna go silt theirs (uh)
suicide watch, it’s like stamps the way we l!ck squares
yeah your looking at a boss
i tell these n-ggas that i’m so fly, c.i.d had to call in s.w.a.t
yeah you got back but b-tch don’t front, pick any bucket take what you want
bottles on bottles that’s how i stunt, i ain’t no p-ssy but i’m a c-nt
spend your months wage in a rave
don’t call me bruv when you can’t relate
i ain’t talking hotels when i say, i clean up that’s why i’m made
yeah my wrist is always smoking, always got a rolly
i’m like benson with these hedges, tell alex to phone me
jewellery shop in hatton coz i’m getting paid
i said ‘how much is that rolex?’ he said ‘this? 18k’

[hook: g frsh]

[verse 2: sincere]
what’s that on my wrist? (what’s that?) 18k (rolly)
f-cking little n-ggas with your 18zs
when i whip it like a slave, i see 18gs (shush)
all black car (uh huh) black lizzy tee
to protect that yellow kettle got that black machine
in a skate board park, don’t ramp with me
tony hawks for the lizzy, grind for mcqueen
look at all this alexander on me
call me super branson, head to toe in lanvin (swaggin’)
everyday i do it big, you n-ggas is hasbeens
you can take my old b-tch coz i got some new p-ssy
but she still wants me, how do you feel p-ssy?
taking pictures with some b-tches, you couldn’t even draw
your talking like a trapper but your dressing like a fraud
18k up on my wrist, what the f-ck is on yours?
they say keys open doors so we picking up more

[hook: g frsh]

[verse 3: fekky]
(yeeeaaahhh)
£3k on the bubbly, truss me the club owners love me
(fekky) i got this girl tryna touch me
calm down, i don’t do that sh-t in public
money makes her c-m, money makes me stand out
never had money with this money i’m the man now
no they don’t want it, i told my younger stand down
do this ourselves, f-ck all your handouts
i ain’t saying she’s a gold digger (18k)
but she ain’t messing with no broke n-gga (18k)
and we don’t buy no drinks at the bar
and the grey goose brings all the girls to the yard
forget my face. have you seen my car?
18k. have you seen my arm?
this is easy n-gga, i’m oh so calm
fekk, g frsh and sin, n-ggas know who we are
(bu bu bu bu bu baaaaaang)
(bu bu baaaaaang)
(bu bu baaaaaang…18k…18k)

[hook: g frsh]

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