D.R.N.E - No Rings

If I'm rolling sideway
I go my way, I go my way
If you wanna come round that's my place
If I go your way, you'll come my way
Law of attraction, slightly
Happens with my rules, happens at my pace
So I'll meet you at a party
If you come my way, you run my way
Come on then
Come on then
Let's land party
Got a couple drinks no cash but the yard b
Ay
But the yard be bad
Couple tings and I'm partly mad
No rings but
Come on then
Come on then
Let's land party
Got a couple drinks no cash but the yard b
Ay
But the yard be bad
Couple tings and I'm partly mad
No rings but
Only wants white boys
Na she likes black
Doesn't matter b I'm part b and partly gassed
At party mad
Got a
Ting to eat
Got a
Ting to scran
Wondering if the ting sweet
That Chart, Prashad
Then I can't be sad
As long as the back be bad
Got my niggas chillin' at the motive
These gyal sweet, Maoam
Arragant b
And what, man brag
Come on then, come on then, let's land, let's land
Got a nigga moving like a, next man, next man
You chat about drip, gucci man bag, man drag
Say she not like other gyal, some next slag, next slag
Look good mouth open, not some next blag, next blag
You wouldn't trek BFD, say less fam
Not tryin' to cuff b, check calm, check calm
Which gaff we off back? Your yard yeah? Yes ma'am
If I'm rolling sideway
I go my way, I go my way
If you wanna come round that's my place
If I go your way, you'll come my way
Law of attraction, slightly
Happens with my rules, happens at my pace
So I'll meet you at a party
If you come my way, you run my way
Come on then
Come on then
Let's land party
Got a couple drinks no cash but the yard b
Ay
But the yard be bad
Couple tings and I'm partly mad
No rings but
Come on then
Come on then
Let's land party
Got a couple drinks no cash but the yard b
Ay
But the yard be bad
Couple tings and I'm partly mad
No rings but
She like me more 'cos
The tapped way I am
Don't quote tho
I am what I say I am
But without me
You lose yourself
Because the way I am
Just quote a goat, have her move like a Stan
She bopping with that
Burberry bag
So she flirt with me man
She considering surgery fam
She wanting to match costumes
Like Purge with me, damn
Still single
But for her niggas get blam blam blam
She want me to post her on Insta
I tell her drop it
Then crop it back
To bopping
The gyal when blocked me
She email wanna chat about toxic
But that's the way
DC tell them man stop it
Slide up in those texts man
Moving like some next man
She feeling me asleep seems
Like I'm the nigga of her dreams
Wouldn't dare settle
But she's class on her knees
The bunda after keys
Whiskey, parties
Desert to me
Like obviously, still single G
But rightfully
The gyal she please
Come on then
Come on then
Let's land party
Got a couple drinks no cash but the yard b
Ay
But the yard be bad
Couple tings and I'm partly mad
No rings but
Come on then
Come on then
Let's land party
Got a couple drinks no cash but the yard b
Ay
But the yard be bad
Couple tings and I'm partly mad
No rings but
If I'm rolling sideway
I go my way, I go my way
If you wanna come round that's my place
If I go your way, you'll come my way
Law of attraction, slightly
Happens with my rules, happens at my pace
So I'll meet you at a party
When you come my way, you run my way
You run, you run, you run my way
You run, you run, you run my way

Written by:
Levi Diani-Canoville

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