D.R.N.E - Acc 'A' Madness

I hit the taxi
Sat fuck about in the back seat
And I keep on falling dsquared balling
Boss mind what I chat please and
Right off the bat me
I've gone and lost my cash G
'Coz I keep on falling 6 in't morning
Boss go land that Maccies and
I hit the taxi
Sat fuck about in the back seat (woo)
And I keep on falling dsquared balling
Boss mind what I chat please and
Right off the bat me
I've gone and lost my cash G
And I keep on falling 6 in't morning
Boss go land that Maccies
Clubs over grab my coat and I nash
Belling boys see where there at dunno if I brought a hat
There's a lighty on my right am I feeling alright
Where's all the man gone phone's dead and I might
Trek home on my own who's that chatting bare shite
Go go chanting Midland ro-oad
Acting like a penchode gone sicko mode
And I know that's one of my niggas 'coz he can't keep it on the low and
I hit the taxi
Sat fuck about in the back seat
And I keep on falling dsquared balling
Boss mind what I chat please and (ahaha)
Right off the bat me
I've gone and lost my cash G (come on)
And I keep on falling 6 in't morning
Boss go land that Maccies
Came with twenty was it thirty was it forty
Like alcohol imported cash I saw I've been naughty
But sexies everywhere and it's hard to ignore it
I've been onit, dickhead laughing at my wallet (chillin')
Fuck it's, raining, fuck it's, pouring
Nigga, jarring, just ignore him
Scran some chicken, chips and voddy (woo)
A crowd sat outside takeaway still dark but clocking morning and
I hit the taxi
Sat fuck about in the back seat (haha)
And I keep on falling dsquared balling
Boss mind what I chat please and (chillin')
Right off the bat me
I've gone and lost my cash G (woo)
And I keep on falling 6 in't morning
Boss go land that Maccies
Everything's a haze na some Cali packs
I'm on the way from Halifax (come on)
There my g yeah he carry stacks
How's he carry that question parry that
But a blonde ting here let me marry that
She mine can't be flat breast ting bum and that
Yeah the bunda's back yeah the back is mad (mazza)
Nashing gaff yeah the taxi's rang but fuck we're at Acca man (haha)
And man's in the taxi
Sat fuck about in the back seat (woo)
And I keep on falling dsquared balling
Boss mind what I chat please and
Right off bat me
I've gone and found my cash G
And I keep falling 6 in't morning
Boss yeah this that Maccies

Written by:
Levi Diani-Canoville

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