rimzee - g wagon lyrics
[intro]
fumes on the beat
yo s, you finessed this one you know
[chorus]
put the g in the wagon
slide three of the mandem
had me on the landin’
shoot, don’t brandish, shoot, they vanish
and these shoes from harrods
and these shoes italian
i’m far from average
b+tch from paris, lobster salads
put the g in the wagon
slide three of the mandem
had me on the landin’
shoot, don’t brandish, shoot, they vanish
and these shoes from harrods
and these shoes italian
i’m far from average
b+tch from paris, lobster salads
[verse 1]
had my pic on that cell door
when i was stuck in the queen’s prison
now it’s six figures
make the b+tch suck the d+ck different
akh, they had me on a pot wash
now the seat’s heated and the top’s soft
gave me air when i was locked up
but they call me first when it pops off
went to war with my scarface
i ain’t nothin’ like tony
all them nights it was lonely
now i’m home they wanna know me
learnt sh+t from this thirteen
no n+gga sent a postal
now they’re blowin’ up my line
‘rimzee, link man when you’re local’
i get money in my sleep
akhi, that’s for certain
pics on my wall with toothpaste
used bedsheets for my curtain
and i’m ready n+gga, anytime
’cause anytime it can go off
keep a razor in my toothbrush
or a nail in my roll on
how i let them n+ggas nank me
i was tryna get them back g
i got spun on a intel
found my nank and they swagged me
really wanna see them n+ggas
but deep down man i don’t
’cause wallahi if i caught them n+ggas
i ain’t never going home
[chorus]
put the g in the wagon
slide three of the mandem
had me on the landin’
shoot, don’t brandish, shoot, they vanish
and these shoes from harrods
and these shoes italian
i’m far from average
b+tch from paris, lobster salads
put the g in the wagon
slide three of the mandem
had me on the landin’
shoot, don’t brandish, shoot, they vanish
and these shoes from harrods
and these shoes italian
i’m far from average
b+tch from paris, lobster salads
[verse 2]
before i knew about tape
i rid and left the roads taped
went court, lost the case
knightsbridge, block the pain
twelve hundred on the jeans
five hundred for the tee
n+ggas came to see me sentenced
but never came to my release
i ain’t coppin’ no new whip
’til i stack a quarter m
them cold nights in the pen
my brother rigz fought the m
my old celly, free drastic
prayed together in the masjid
cooked corn beef in the kettle
the plates we ate from were plastic
gucci slippers on the landin’
i ain’t ever been no has+been
was a prime minister on my block
way before david cameron
shoot a n+gga like a film
we ain’t eatin’ no popcorn
never chipped in for burners
never rid and made no block warm
they just lie on instrumentals
say they do but they won’t
i really had to bath in petrol
i really had to burn my clothes
i’m a+i’m a real trap boy
ask about me in the bing
i wore versace in the gym
really wore my roley on the wing
[chorus]
put the g in the wagon
slide three of the mandem
had me on the landin’
shoot, don’t brandish, shoot, they vanish
and these shoes from harrods
and these shoes italian
i’m far from average
b+tch from paris, lobster salads
put the g in the wagon
slide three of the mandem
had me on the landin’
shoot, don’t brandish, shoot, they vanish
and these shoes from harrods
and these shoes italian
i’m far from average
b+tch from paris, lobster salads
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