Wifey Riddim

Yo, I've got this ting from London

West London, Chelsea, near Kings Road

She don't care about my area code

She's about like she ain't aware of the road

And I know twins from Essex

But one of them wants me bad, I might dead it

I don't wife these tings, I'll stress it

Undress it, I go in when I press it

Melina from Brum's Algerian

She's got bare problems, I ain't hearing 'em

She said "baby, my features are yours

And I swear to god, you won't catch me sharing 'em"

Shouts to the girls round the UK, peng

Elle, peng, Yasmin, peng

Do a show with my blood bros

OT, tell a piff ting that "you might see me again"

My lightskin don't miss me

Cause she hates tracksuits that are shifty

I said "I wear them cause I do road

On my 95s the import's 250"

I got a posh bad ting inna uni

Bollywood like she star in a movie

Her dad's rich, so she's coated in diamonds

Eyes are emeralds and her lipstick's ruby

My close friend, I ain't tryna mash that

But she's a blue foot with a fat backs

LV from her feet to her handbags

But it ain't that so a nigga gotta hang back

All my ex tings still hate me

They're like work at it, love, don't pay me

Hold tight Jess and Chelsea, they're real

Still think Kate's buff but I don't like Katie

Someone tell Lottie I'mma wife that

Tell her bring her bags round my gaff

Got the game tapped like an iPad

Fly in, fly out when I like, fam

Shae, Shyanne and Tina all fluffy

Faces clean but their minds so dutty

Man are gonna catch me a duppy

Arch their back and give them sick rucky

Girl likes the way that I'm rhyming

Try scratch up my back when I'm rhyming

Poom poom fresh up and wet when I'm sliding

Rate that, she's bad with the riding

My girl from Brighton's too pedigree

Doggy that when I'm twist off the Hennessy

She's always cloud 9 from the lemony

Check that rarely, she got too much energy

Relationships all get sticky

I need a cute ting like Vicky

I was down south with my bloodline Ets

I linked the honeys and the motives got sticky

I've got a peng ting and she's from Tottenham

True say that the ting lives in Tottenham

In her crib, kept chatting about Arsenal

Clapped her, now she's chatting about Tottenham

My new ting's just a weed head

Strong like Mia Cortinez

Stay at hers, fam, when I see feds

No foreplay, I fit that like three Zs

I'm new school, no new wave

Real bad, not sweet like toothache

My boys want an old love that I have

Lebanese ting come and grab man in the new shape

Can't step on my Air Ones, are you dumb?

Light man up like soufflé

All my babes all like touché

Gave her dick and that bright red bouquet

I get dark like true say

Flip tings in my niz, get smash for the rude face

I'll mash your girl first something like Sunday

Then Zuu, you can be third like Tuesday