Threads & D John & Pogi-B - Butler

Want me a butler, mustache like Colonel Custer
Want to chill on the dock of my yacht, served custard
I wanna get the bread and the Munster
Look at me buster, want me a butler
Who hand me a condom, when my girl been saying
That she want me to fuck her
I got that drip, that sauce, that strength
That D John mustard
Want me a butler, all black suit
Come equipped with two dusters
One for the shelves and one for the cluster
Protect my brothers, hand him the keys
To the whip and get drunker
Hitting them thrusters, never get flustered
Say I got problems, he say "What sir?"
Fixing my blusters, keeping me structured
I don't want help, just want me an butler
Silver cutlery
Shade from money trees
Made for luxury
Want me a butler, aye
I want me a butler
I want me a butler, yeah
I want me a butler
I want me a butler, yeah
I want that mansion like Downton Abbey in this bitch
Want the butler with bow tie up in this bitch
Want me a butler who doesn't question why I'm rich
He's always there for conversation
"Marvellous weather today, isn't it?"
"Oh why yes, I do digress"
I'm throwing another party, please help me get dressed
"I must confess, I'm quite impressed"
Wait until you hear the music that I'm dropping next
I'm gonna blow that bow tie right off your fucking neck
I'm gonna blow up like an A-bomb all around the net
I've got my accounts ready I'm just waiting for the cheque
You're making blunders well I'm putting you in check
And that it's checkmate
I'm gonna smash your fucking dinner plates
Piss on your tuxedo before you wear it to your dinner date
Let me set the record straight, you and me we're not the same
Get back to work, and if you want your bonus don't complain
Silver cutlery
Shade from money trees
Made for luxury
Want me a butler, aye
I want me a butler
I want me a butler, yeah
I want me a butler
I want me a butler, yeah

Written by:
Jake Chant, Riley Newton

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