Correction Lyrics Anglo Saxon by Loski

Featuring(s) : Blanco

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Ay Mobz, that's wavey

[Loski]
My darling's gorgeous (Leng)
Becky with the good hair, flawless
Like my bro madman, torture
Put thunder in your face, scorcher
I ain't ever been robbed, that's awkward (Nope)
Tek one, left one, extortion
We don't do warnings or caution (No)
Get smoked like Cali imported
Wait, someone's lyin', innit
Me, I'm the truth, they mimic
That's forbidden (Muh, whoosh), get him
Beg me, I bet they leg it
Ski demon, for any reason we stretch it
Ball so hard, they jealous
We see them, start swingin' our arms like tennis
If I make bands then the killys dem fed
Yard man ting, popcaan, dem dead
Hovis, Hovis, 'Ski love bread
Henny I'm rolling, team no ments
Hoppin' out cars and jump off peds (Skkrt, skrkt)
If she love us and them, she a Jez
The only thing I hate more than them man there
Is a barbie that's rude and dead (Dead one)

Mad ting, mad ting (Muh)
I'm in the field like Anglo Saxons (Yes)
Joke man, don't ask for my ranking (No)
Still cool with the killys, no rampin' (Killys)
Cool kid, gyal say I look handsome (Glee)
Handsome (Glee), handsome (Glee)
Man are lyin' on us 'bout tantrums (Tantrums)
Make a boy lay down, no plankin' (Muh)
Mad ting, mad ting (Muh)
I'm in the field like Anglo Saxons (Yes)
Joke man, don't ask for my ranking (No)
Still cool with the killys, no rampin' (Killys)
Cool kid, gyal say I look handsome (Glee)
Handsome (Glee), handsome (Glee)
Man are lyin' on us 'bout tantrums (Tantrums)
Make a boy lay down, no plankin' (Muh)

[Blanco]
Make a boy lie down on my celly
Leave you on the deck like Mike Panteli
TJ on the block, I'm spinelli
Churn out the potty and make a spaghetti
Real man on the wing, Martinelli
He was in the field tryna pop his cherry
Rock that steady, sound of the box on your mask, get ready
South, we step southwest
And we like step southeast (Southeast)
With Phineas, not Baljeet
Bop with a mop, discreet (Discreet)

Free TG, free Ts, stuck in the box cah the job complete (Complete)
Four man are on that fleet
Turn in the key tryna lock that street (That street)

[Loski]
More money than all my (Wait, wait, wait), Facts (Facts)
From young I always been a baller, baller
Ball in a different job (Job)
Who you caught with a fishing rod? (Who?)
It's all lies, you're Nemo, lost
Bro OT like Postman Pat (Pat)
Got himself a delivery job (OT)
I don't love these hoes but they love me, so they say (M-hmm)
I ain't tryna jeet, I just want hat while switchin' lanes (Skkrt, skkrt)
Jailed four times, I hate it
Mum around, know I gotta change (I know)
Bro should've opened a barber shop for how much yutes he shaved
Do a man bait, morn' or late
Of course we dance, Ski go cray (Go cray)
(Whoosh, no) Dem boy there lame
(Ooh, leng) She think she bait
Back them bassy my hip and war (And war)
Me and Milly, we flexed of course
Love my killy, them boy some fraud (Killy)
Do it like, that's samurai swords (Ying)

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