CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Social*

My girl gotta' be far from social
I don't wanna' see her at Carni
Four double A in the party
LBC how I nicked the Ferrari
Girls say we're the littiest batch in South London
And, bro, it's a fact
Airport, McGorum got banned
So hopped out the plane, I ain't going Verdansk
What you know about telling a ten-ten to keep her clothes on and moving good?
I ain't on beating or misogyny
It's mahogany, I got bougie wood
Look, Airbnb with the guys, it's white mans face that I use to book
Chill with the stupid looks or it's gonna be a kettle that I use to cook
Let the boy in suttin'
My mum got matching whips with Yungen
Should've made Shanei hold on suttin' but it never would've worked 'causе the girl too stubborn
Look, young G's talk on my name on the Ends
Gotta' tеll them man "please don't risk it"
On a right day, man ah just frisk him
Wrong day, I'll get a man airlifted
I'm in Hollywood Hills in a white Rolls Royce