Footsie - Nigella lyrics

[Hook](x2) Nigella, Nigella, Nigella, Ni- Wicked in the kitchen, you could call me Nigella Nigella, Nigella, Nigella, Ni- Wicked in the kitchen, you could call me [Verse 1] I'm a buyer, I'm a seller Couple boxes in my cellar You can hit me up whenever What you want? I got whatever This year did not start so clever Yeah, but now I'm boxing clever You got boxes, well I never You chat sh** then, well I never He only had nine quid but I let the cat have the bag Told him keep it to himself though, he let the cat out the bag He better stop bringing me them DVD players, I can't shift them My bird wants a 3D TV, get one if you can lift them [Hook] [Verse 2] Yeah, dressed in Versace Getting choked by Saatchi Told her "f** that old n***a Come link me and let's party" We can do a bit of Charlie You can wear something tarty You can whip me up a tart While I serve cats in the park They been coppin' from me from early So I give them four for thirty From my arse crack to their pipe They don't care if it's dirty If I'm running low I hang them out to dry like jerky It's not Boxing Day, but they're all having cold turkey [Hook] [Verse 3] Me and Mason in Margiela In her maison drinking Stella Yeah she knows I make that cheddar Where it's from, I never tell her Hit the road, whatever weather Bag of pebbles and a beller Cats all sat down on the stairs Melting spoons like Uri Geller Set up shop in this who*e's flat Her pimp was a f**ing mug Her kid, he hid in the wardrobe While she was f**ing for d** Once I cut it with Persil I had them sneezing out suds But they'll be covered in cuts If I clock that they paid me with duds [Hook](x2)