Wretch 32 - Official lyrics

[Hook: Parker] People tell me I'mma only get bigger Not to give a f** about all these n***as Just a mister maybe I could use a missus Trying to put a ring on the game, make it official And we're so high, it's going down tonight Girl tell me where you're at tonight We can seal the deal, we can make this official [Verse 1: Chip] Hunger turns to savage, that's the story of my ends To every time I made a hundred grand I lost a friend Can you be here til the end? Will you be here til the end? Or are you like the phony girls I know that just pretend? I'm trusting you, you, take my palm I'll take you through Dress on for that red carpet, it's cool I'll take you too, let's go Official like a ref, you got me calling all the shots Your love's a penalty and I ain't missing from the spot I know your spots, so come and blow me like a whistle O double F I put the C in official Paid n***as love it, broke n***as hate it 90's baby on fire, every track gets cremated, yeah (burnt) Olympic flow, I got the torch when I'm rapping London boy in Cali, chilling smoking on that Cali Kush All I do is rap and make these women wanna rap me I just hope they feel me coming like that b**h who tried to trap me [Hook: Parker] [Bridge: Parker] My love is so official, yeah My love is so official, yeah And we so high, it's going down tonight Girl tell me where you're at tonight We can seal the deal, we can make this official [Verse 2: Wretch 32] Baby say she dreaming 'bout greatness I hope we had safe s** Hand on my heart, you're my favorite If I put my hand on your heart, I can take it Runaway slave sh**, trying to own a master Cutting through the field got me whipping kinda faster Cuts on my arm, thick stitching on my armor Got cash money, all the Nickis will menage ya Doesn't that alarm ya? That's why I'm looking for the right girl Who's sick with the chicken and does the rice well Red bottoms, face of an angel, fly as hell Sounds like miss universe in my world And I'm leaning round the world and I'm I'm Looking like the main course and you're on my side And when you're screaming out Wretch It sounds like music to my E A R yea [Hook: Parker] [Verse 3: Blade Brown] Look, I heard your ex say he want a second chance Now she f**ing with me, he ain't get a second glance And my ex chick? Swapped it with the next chick Might cop her an X3 just to get my ex pissed But nah, wait, check this She was moving reckless, cross her off the checklist I'm sitting smoking, thinking bout all the time I wasted And ho all them other girls were kinda basic But I'm still upon my D boy sh**, making D boy chips in a decoy whip, yeah Thinking all the times I was doubted I lost count all the times I've been counting H and the base got the H on my waist Wish all these bloggers would say this hate to my face Real hustler, I turn an ⅛ to a case We just trying take it from the estates to the states [Hook:Parker] [Bridge: Parker]