Sweet Disaster Lyrics

I am ready

No I'm not giving it up tonight

No not tonight

What a sweet disaster

Got me grieving after

Every time you hit me up

Oh the feeling is so high

The feeling is so high

The feeling is so high

Bro's come first but we still love women

Been saying last night was a picture

Three girls each had tits in our vision

One from España one from Britain

We had Scousers, Brums and Cockneys

Few Geordies and a lass from Milton

Ironic the girl was Keyne

Looka, probs the best that I've seen

She won't be a Queen cause I ain't no King

Up the lifestyle I'm a chav that sings

Fuck that man I rap man I ain't no singer

I don't need a keeper they look better on fingers

Want a night full of laughter

Treat you right and we will look after ya

Big group of gangsters MAC Flowz Mafia

Pulling chicks left, right, centre we're grafters

I am ready

No I'm not giving it up tonight

No not tonight

Can't forget it

We've been burning got me fired up and hot alright

We're glowing bright, yeah

What a sweet disaster

Got me grieving after

Every time you hit me up

Oh the feeling is so high

The feeling is so high

The feeling is so high

So high, Sweet Disaster

Rapper named Will like Big Willy Style

Get jiggy, light up the night say ciggy

2 Pac 'ked tits and her arse is Biggie

And Fuck Tha Police we don't care about Piggies

Music that hot gets measured in degrees

Rate it, some people slate it

Don't give a fuck as long as a boy makes it

I'll have three cars if you're offering

Bassline rocking them

More towns are up for a boy cause they copping him

East side baby born in a raised

No shit in a place with high crime rates

That's right, fuel to my, ambition

On a mission for my once had vision

Music a skill that I'm using

But back to party, arse, tits and grooving, Oi Oi

What a sweet disaster

Got me grieving after

Every time you hit me up

Oh the feeling is so high

The feeling is so high

The feeling is so high

Sweet Disaster