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vg (uk) - explode lyrics

[intro]
i’m uptown in my goose
but my heart’s still cold
my name ring bells like jingles so i get h+lla fistbumps on road
loudest in the room i’m about to explode (we lit)

[chorus]
i’m uptown in my goose, but my hearts still cold (uptown)
we got bare ash in the booth, tags on my shoe from the back of my sole
i came smelling loud that day now hooya asking me what’s your cologne (what’s that smell)
my name ring bells like jingle so i get h+lla fistbumps on road
h+lla malis on my team so i’m telling bro soo kac sort that madow (soo kac)
i ain’t in the gang violence i guarantee i’m not beefing postcodes (no way)
real f boy i swing it to bro (ay swing it)
and he’ll sort that load (sort dat)
all my n+ggas do their ting on thеir own but disrespect us we’ll nеver condone (no cap)

[verse 1]
don’t need to talk i’m with it
i’m with walalo in the cab, hooya belling me she thinking i’m missing (ahhhh man)
ain’t gotta talk if cuz in a mood, coz wallahi you’re finished
sippin my tropical stuff and i’m bout to take out my missus
she gettin mad coz im still steady itching (argh)
come we hit a l!ck on this bruce, f+ck my bro got the drop it’s racks (that’s a l!ck that’s a l!ck)
bare anxiety in the room i think that my guys have a panic attack
got my paper up since then i been tag from my head to my feet with some dsq pants (pape up)
used to tell guys i like their lv set but it looks better on man
now i ain’t hitting no l!cks (no way)
i put 8 bills on my kicks (slapped it)
my b23s got the dark grey texture just for my birthday drip (haha)
remember last year i weren’t sh+t, even my n+ggas try vio the kid
now my circle tight like my slim fits imma talk money till i become rich
coz i’m bashaaling
all of my n+ggas stay balling
in a day where i ain’t come drippy even my chain raindrop like its falling
she ain’t on but she’s talking the most sh+t
now i’m telling her what’s with the stalling
i don’t trust no one and my phone dnd only big money calling
up till morning
[chorus]
loudest in the room i’m about to explode (we lit)
i’m uptown in my goose, but my hearts still cold (uptown)
we got bare ash in the booth, tags on my shoe from the back of my sole
i came smelling loud that day now hooya asking me what’s your cologne (what’s that smell)
my name ring bells like jingle so i get h+lla fistbumps on road
h+lla malis on my team so i’m telling bro soo kac sort that madow (soo kac)
i ain’t in the gang violence i guarantee i’m not beefing postcodes (no way)
real f boy i swing it to bro (ay swing it)
and he’ll sort that load (sort dat)
all my n+ggas do their ting on their own but disrespect us we’ll never condone (no cap)

[verse 2]
your boyfriend rocking new balance, that’s tough need a new balance
not tryna get nicked with this beanie, she just start taking out cameras like cannon
i asked kj for equipment, he’s frassed asking me what’s the mechanics
i’m scouting looking for travis, hunting it down woulda thought i knew alex
vg hot my name still rings (ringing)
had to tell her it ain’t a dat ting why you doing side eye when my iphone pings
west london settings i’m scouting for tings to give me top mouth while i’m not getting links (sloppy)
i’m in central with my big drip and my bae and my g’s got my tropical drink
big showers but it never rains (no)
so i tell my bae bae don’t slip (watch out)
sh+t the glow on my kicks too shiny like my bros e+class whip
ain’t tryna get caught in the cab with my next ting so i gotta roll up the tints (roll up roll up)
and if she too loud like the ammi, sh+t me and her can’t mix (haha)
[chorus]
loudest in the room i’m about to explode
i’m uptown in my goose, but my hearts still cold
we got bare ash in the booth, tags on my shoe from the back of my sole
i came smelling loud that day now hooya asking me what’s your cologne (what’s that smell)
my name ring bells like jingle so i get h+lla fistbumps on road
h+lla malis on my team so i’m telling bro soo kac sort that madow (soo kac)
i ain’t in the gang violence i guarantee i’m not beefing postcodes (no way)
real f boy i swing it to bro (ay swing it)
and he’ll sort that load (sort dat)
all my n+ggas do their ting on their own but disrespect us we’ll never condone (no cap)

- vg uk lyrics

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