Rob Holladay - John lyrics

[Verse 1: Chip] It's Chippy the teach and n***a, you could be my pet I'll give you a stroke... dead I be on my feet, they tryna amputate my legs Look, if I ain't the best, then I'm just screaming I'm a threat When I'm overseas, I don't reply to my texts Spiritual bars, I'm still alive when I'm dead I'm Mick Jagger, b**h, a rolling stone They try puncture my tyres but still I'm on the road I'm a little problem, yeah, I know, been here for a minute, them [?] flows f**ing up, no, n***a, double dutch, no I'll skip on the beat, hang you with the rope Tell them gold diggers I'm a pot full of [?] Money means you can't f** till your back's broke Get it? Broke. Get it? Broke You ain't gotta sniff my lines, I'm dope Stuff your mouth with yourself, darg Shut up cuh you're a dummy If I told you kiss my arse You probably would becuh you're bummy Smiling at my future but my vision isn't funny I live with eye bags, never tired of seeing money [Hook: Tinie & Chip] I'm not a star, somebody lied I've got a chauffeur in the car, I never drive If I die today, remember me like Mussolini Bury me on a beach with bad b**hes in bikinis Yeah, we get it popping like it's the fifth of the eleventh Union Jack, that be the flag that I'm repping If I die today, remember me like Winehouse Bury me in McQueen and tell my n***as ride out [Verse 2: Tinie] Noel Edmonds, I'd have done it deal or no deal I just spent two Roleys on my phone bills I like my Sprite fizzy, she love her coke still She showed me how to make a mountain out a molehill Sniffing like she got a runny nose I'm in the club with fifty n***as and a hundred hoes Top down, throw them bras out for me n***as hating that I'm still spending "Pa** Out" money Drive the Aston through [?] make that motherf**er vrmmm I'm just tryna turn that M into some mmms He weren't in damage, why that n***a getting jaded? One hit single, now that n***a think he made it, huh? [Hook: Tinie & Chip] I'm not a star, somebody lied I've got a chauffeur in the car, I never drive If I die today, remember me like Mussolini Bury me on a beach with bad b**hes in bikinis Yeah, we get it popping like it's the fifth of the eleventh Union Jack, that be the flag that I'm repping If I die today, remember me like Winehouse Bury me in McQueen and tell my n***as ride out [Verse 3: Chip] Every gyal I'm mad ripping up the world, fam He can't stomach me, bet his girl can You're just an earthling, I'm in another world, fam I'm spitting letter bombs, you got mail, fam It's straight Henney, f** a chaser I hit the club with Tinie, the girls chase up And anywhere I go, I'm putting on a show, boy CMAR, no, I don't roll with any broke boys Yeah, so f** these n***as if they talk bad Raise my hand for what? I just talk smack To estimate the outgoings, f** the income We got our back to you n***as cuh we're in front They taking shots, I'm shooting back With your piggy head and your fluffy Gucci hat You know the rules, keep your hating eyes off me If it isn't on a screen then you f**ers shouldn't watch me, huh [Hook: Tinie & Chip] I'm not a star, somebody lied I've got a chauffeur in the car, I never drive If I die today, remember me like Mussolini Bury me on a beach with bad b**hes in bikinis Yeah, we get it popping like it's the fifth of the eleventh Union Jack, that be the flag that I'm repping If I die today, remember me like Winehouse Bury me in McQueen and tell my n***as ride out