Krept & Konan - Warm Up Session lyrics

[Intro] Konan Don' know, Krept Play Dirty Tsunami, go get that SB, Warm Up @KonanPlayDirty1 @KreptPlayDirty Big up A Dot, don' know Team Play Dirty Listen, off the dome [Verse 1: Konan] Round here's eye for eye You could be seven up but I ain't leaving five alive I'll take it back to '95 Leave you in an old school garage, yeah revenge is sweet but that's twice as nice How can I sleep when I've never been the type to lie Even out the pen still, never been that type of guy I ain't got a G-Shock but I'll leave a guy surprised When I take his watch, I'll wonder how I'll find the time Yeah, I know they love it when I talk bout' Big sticks but I'm tryna branch out But disrespect's something that I can't lowe You'll see me and leg it home, cause they don't want no arms house They don't wanna step into my jungle Cause they know its mad here, Rapunzel How can you let some girl sit your face, when even when my auntie knows that's uncool All it takes is one call As soon as I end this call I'll be back in the bag with my friend's pistol Tryna ball, usually ends in court Trap life, a cla** didn't end in school And I play dirty so I'm bending rules Clutching the stick like my engine stalled Walk with the tool cause my temper's short Get it, tall cause my temper's short Yeah, like I don't give a monkeys But, why front I ain't tryna see no undies I know everybody's out here hungry But if you want my cheese you better bun me Food for them junkies But this food ain't got no calories Had the fiends, phoning for that bizzle, no Alan B I've had a bag of beef So if sh** goes tits up, you know I got a nuts magazine Listen, gimme any beat, I'll dismantle it b**hes on my knob and these haters can't handle it Trying to escape feds while I'm tryna make bread I'm m**m so I don't put no pork in my sandwiches Wifey, you know I ain't looking at But I'm a cat for the p**y, p**y cat I phone get her to my crib, then I mac Now I'm getting Facetime in my pad So f** a wifey cause you know that they never last She got her jugs out, and I'ma get a gla** Impatient when I'm in the station, cause I've got hay-fever so I never gra** So you can run for police, jump out and tell Big Man run me the piece Kinda things I do usually cause I don't go uni but I'm still a hundred degrees And round here, you can go at any time Still can't believe my brother Femz' got a 25 And I wish I was telling lies But round here ain't a surprise when a brother dies Real recognise real, you better recognise Father's Day today, people asking what I'm getting mine Then I start thinking about my dad, and try and hold back the tears but even the weather cries k**er Yeah, don' know [Verse 2: Krept] Yeah, listen, yo A hot chick said jump in the Corsa So I got write in, I'm an author She wanna marry me, but I'm out of order So when she asked for a ring, I called her And I don't bell you so don't bell me Bank balance, healthy Got bare kicks, kung fu I got a black belt in LV Can't feel the ground when I walk cause My swagger is flawless Woolly jumper cost a fortune, I shut it down cause they know what the wool worth Hear me on the iPod so she wanna touch Gave her my middle finger now she wanna f** Got her own car, but now she want a bus' I dont bone na, even when she got it up, uh! I k**ed the p**y get the coroner I left the p**y in a state, Florida! Ey, wait if you want it bruh You'll have arms round you like you wanna hug My swag's cold, why you think she wanna chill She's coming for her fix, why you think she wanna drill Get it, ain't a dumb motherf**er, even if I f** a blonde MILF You've never been a trapstar, and never will You're only trapped now cause she wasn't on the pill Ya broke kids don't see Lizzy Your dough thin, Free Willy And don't sleep on me Bare sh** rappers, I don't mean Huggies I'm where they wanna be, chilling with the honeys With no legs, I'd still have monies Get your girl today like the weekend Messaging her private, I'm a DM Some rappers are ite, the others are sh**e Not even Chipmunk wanna see 'em More bills than Ian So much swag, I can make an order start preeing Talking like you've got a rough squad, 'til I pull it out they turn strider and start fleeing Stop pulling out your rebores That's why your biscuit jam, BN Bien, bien, when I'm speaking I'm upfront so these n***as wanna defend Got a hot lightie, you wanna see her Even Kalidas wanna pree her Yeah, can't help but stare When a pretty girl pa** like Aaliyah Got enough clothes I swear Ask Strongbow I got bare Ask girls if they wanna get down over here Yeah, bare wood, Ikea Put more money on my card again Swipe swipe, more cardigans Gotta take a dagger, just in case I pa** her, pa**a pa**a I ain't talking about the yardie dem You don't want a corn like you know Sued Not Suwo, but the Otrey And if a headshot catch a pagan Hat in the air like you're graduating He's a whack rapper, I don't rate him Couldn't think of half my 16 so he's hatin' Get it, 8, I go in dawg I go inwards like I'm in injured I'm taking the mick, Foley Why you think a lot of breddas wanna toast me I got your girl ripping of my Dolce Fingers I got two in her, like I'm nosey Blah