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GIVENCHY BAG (FEAT. FUTURE, NAFE SMALLZ & CHIP)
Wiley


Yeah, Pluto

Said she wanna go mi yard (Go)
Pon road to a real nigga heart, ayy (To my heart), aye
Said she wanna hit the mall
Wanna show it off like a movie star, aye
Said she used to the fraud (Fraud)
Girl, did you ever think you'll live this large? Aye (Did you ever think you live this large?)
She call me Mr. Anyting cause I can buy her anything, the tings that she want, aye

I'm moving like a king, so she had to look twice

I told her self serve or take my advice

It ain't no worries when you're standing by my side

You look surprised, girl, you look like a vibe

She said she wan' go ah yard
Pon the road, she, know me par too ard, aye
She said she whan go down on West End
Fi spend money pon ah blouse and frock, aye

She says she wan' buy a Givenchy Bag, bag small but the price dem large
Ah me say anyting and anyting so me a go buy anyting that she want

She moving like a queen
Had to look twice

I told her baby girl, hey, everyting nice
You ain't gotta worry, 'cause I got you to the end

You ain't lookin' like a five, girl, you lookin' like a ten
So

Iced out down, girl, keep it on loyal
Roll that ass around girl, vroom, vroom, vroom

Bounce it up and down girl, rah, rah, rah
And, baby, do what I do it like, wah, wah, wow
Take me one more round, and we gone hit the Lotto

She stop fuckin' clowns 'cause this shit wasn't adding up
Prints on her now, gotta, gotta bag her
Bad ting, ting, but I made her badder

Say she never been to Selfridges, never been to Harrods
I should send you Primark, just to keep a balance
One man to your pum pum, I could imagine
'Cause pussy feels better when getting it's a challenge

Drippy young nigga always flexing it's apparent
You see me with a 10 10, just can't lower my standards
They saying she a gold digger but I ain't a broke nigga, so
When her ex's couldn't get the bill she was embarrassed, so

I could be your Santa baby with some claws though

Could never put a ring on any ho-ho-ho
Way she whine sweet, what's that Moscato
Eh tik and tok, make it clap, bravo

She a bad lil' vibe, I'mma freak till the morn'
With the late night lovin' got me tryna call on you (Late)
Fuck off your ex, that nigga old news (Uh)
You just need someone to go to
And she knows, she a bad lil' mama
Givenchy nah want that Dolce Gabana
She finessing, never care about karma
Still I think that pussy, might be worth all the drama, for real
On the East side with this ice on chill, ay
I'm with the mandem still
But you could be mine, baby signed and sealed, so

Iced out down, girl, keep it on loyal
Roll that ass around girl, vroom, vroom, vroom
Bounce it up and down girl, rah, rah, rah
And, baby, do what I do it like, wah, wah, wow
Take me one more round, and we gone hit the Lotto
She stopped fucking clowns 'cause this shit wasn't adding up
Prints on her now, gotta, gotta bag her
Bad ting, ting, but I made her badder


WILEY

Wiley, also known as Eskiboy (real name Richard Kylea Cowie, born 19 January 1979) is a Grime MC and producer from Bow E3, East London. Wiley has created his own musical genre, which he calls "Eski", and which is largely associated with the Grime genre. "Eskimo", from which the genre takes its name, is probably the best known Eski track. Originally performing under the title "Wiley Kat" (adopted from the Thundercats cartoon), he has now shortened his stage to "Wiley" and is rarely referred to as "Wiley Kat". ... Read More