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You ain't never seen an English boy in a lowrider Chillin', got rich, yeah, no rider You ain't sled, you ain't no slider Heard you got booked for a whole fiver Heard you might duck if I clothesline you Heard you might pop if I cosign you Heard your new song, I heard no fire Heard you made hits with a ghostwriter I'm an English boy in a lowrider Should have got rich, you ain't no rider You ain't sled, you ain't no slider Heard you got booked for a whole fiver Heard you might duck if I clothesline you Heard you might pop if I cosign you Heard your new song, I heard no fire (uh-uh) Heard you made hits with a ghostwriter Man saw the spring on the lowrider And he panic, skid, skrrt, reverse Fan it, this murd' lookin' tragic Man's supposed to really back it I can't believe that a man had racks From rappin' them raps, then simply vanished At the very first glimpse of the caddy At the very first glimpse of the gadget Go go gadget, bangin' gang, grab him Letras de cancionesLook him in the eye Prod him with a cow-prod, make him get manic I really wanna get a likkle [?] panicked He tried to back it with a [?] So I had to get the clash out the hole in the mattress And pay some dodgy crackhead 15 bags for a little kidnapping Whack him in the lowrider Should have got rich, you ain't no rider You ain't sled, you ain't no slider Heard you got booked for a whole fiver Heard you might duck if I clothesline you Heard you might pop if I cosign you Heard your new song, I heard no fire Heard you made hits with a ghostwriter I'm an English boy in a lowrider (uh-huh) You know like that Man's too silly with a pen for a ghostwriter Anything like that, what's that? Man's out here tryna do it through talent and skill Them man try and do it through swag Look at my jacket, look at my tat Music average, everyone gassed Few dance moves and that distracts from the reality That the track is whack Look at my hands, look at my fag Look at my belly, look at my back Man really out here, whorin' , posin' Social climbin', non-disclosin' Then disclosin' false disclaimers Zero ratings, zero motive Ask yourself: "Hmm, is he with it?" Same way that Wizzy with it, tricky innit? Fair, he says that he really with it But man knows that he's fibbin' innit Timid with it Yeah, in a minute Might show a man how I'm nippy with it, skippy with it Same time stay trippy with it Plus, man's got that flicky with it, stick it in him Dip it and then chuck him in the lowrider Should have got rich, you ain't no rider You ain't sled, you ain't no slider Heard you got booked for a whole fiver Heard you might duck if I clothesline you Heard you might pop if I cosign you Heard your new song, I heard no fire Heard you made hits with a ghostwriter I'm an English boy in a lowrider Should have got rich, you ain't no rider You ain't sled, you ain't no slider Heard you got booked for a whole fiver Heard you might duck if I clothesline you Heard you might pop if I cosign you Heard your new song, I heard no fire Heard you made hits with a ghostwriter Zing, zing, zoom in the lowrider Tings in Boots like the old Stryder Click, click, boom when I roll by ya Fill up a yout like "hold my cup" Restricted room, that's so like us Ip-dip-do, which mobile comes? None, left to frig in the yard Shit I've been [?], my guts Pick up the field and distribute that Switch up the mood and introduce raps Bitches pursue to interview man This is a tune, not interlude, fam One of these here might injure 2 man I never seen them in that blue back Shoot, he swear, Bruce Lee-roy Still around, I see a ninja do that I don't fuck with Smart Water I fuck with Ocean Wisdom How could I be stereotyped By a broken system? Don't try ridin' my wave, boy You'll get motion sickness Man a man's in a Cadillac With a can of gas Had a Merc, but I'm rollin' different In a lowrider Should have got rich, you ain't no rider You ain't sled, you ain't no slider Heard you got booked for a whole fiver Heard you might duck if I clothesline you Heard you might pop if I cosign you Heard your new song, I heard no fire Heard you made hits with a ghostwriter I'm an English boy in a lowrider Should have got rich, you ain't no rider You ain't sled, you ain't no slider Heard you got booked for a whole fiver Heard you might duck if I clothesline you Heard you might pop if I cosign you Heard your new song, I heard no fire Heard you made hits with a ghostwriter From Letras Mania