North West Lyrics

North West - M1llionz

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Ghosty

Gyal said I'm rude and I've got no manners

But can't get enough of the style and pattern

My man's updatin' the tool box

Man link big man for the newest hammers

Mob t'ru, why's everyone frownin'?

On my YG, don't doubt him

No bitchin', he's itchin' to sound it

Leave victims, any surroundin'

One time I tried do it on the mainers

Brainless civillian, could've been a plainers (Ohh)

Before I enquired about sticks

Had to do public ones with the stainless (True)

This year I'm only acceptin' tenners

Next year, twenty notes gettin' outdated

Bein' broke on the block's just aimless

But so is puttin' five on trainers

But man still dash a five on trainers

For when I wanna sauce on special occasions (Fuck it)

Then shubeen Manchester, man's ravin'

Mad man, man could roll up there naked (Loose)

Send up that girl on the train with a stick

'Cah drivin' on the M-way's flamin' (Yeah)

Then back to Brum to man's racin'

'Cah F West Brom, go past the Hawthorns stadium (Neaw)

And I'm still doin' OT trips

I beg you check the time from Galton Bridge Station (Haha)

F and my old ting's racist

'Cah she found out my new ting's— (Ohh)

That's a one persuasion

Man don't do online gamin'

Man still hit the strip with leng caucasian

Flamin'

Had to hide from Miss Horton

'Cah she said sliders are not allowed out (Dumb bitch)

Go anywhere 'round North West

'Cah North Brum's my side of town (Uhm-hmm)

Got a link in Kings Norton

So I gotta take a quick trip 'round South

So, that's one new ding-dong

And a Super's for under a thou' (Neaw)

Then it's back to the borders

Five orders of Charlie and brown

And tell the gyaldem don't chill 'pon corners

'Cah any small ting can get lick down (Listen)

Them man had a poor performance

If I was their boss, I would've felt let down (Fuckin' hell)

Had to run down a yute and I ran out of breath so quickly

Usain wouldn't be happy

If I straight drop, I need more oil

Or like my lighty I drawed off Snappy (Haha)

Woi-yoi, shub after Maddie (Maddie)

Posted white rum and a one-two Maggy (Maggy)

Seen man in vids that ain't done a thing

And they're wearin' ballies (Huh?)

That don't make sense like Jamaican grannies (Lock it arff)

One opp, five down on a Super's

I said, "Bro, that's all confusin'"

We took a blenders, don't think man's cruisin'

Reverse and don't go head first, that's stupid

ST socks so man ridin' cougars

Window down man, them boy there losin'

Drop the box, double clutch, lose him

Back to the block, phone on, link Susan

That's a hour loss, ten sales I'm losin'

I'm on the train with my phone on vibrate

'Cah all this ringin' out loud is a nuisance

Them man can't chill on the high road

Tried my bredrin, now the beef's on live-O (Yeah)

Do it in a tinted Jeep

Back then, would've been a motorcycle

Can't lie, man had to dash from rivals

But I was back same day with my tool

Now gyal wan' show interest

Like I weren't grabbin' up breast in high school (Huh)

Top button undone, shank in my backpack

Two years later, shotgun in a hatchback

Now everyone thinks that they're Mad Max

'Til Mad Max pulls up and starts— (Bow)

In and I'm out

Meanwhile, man are chasin' clout

Mans been had spots up north

Mans been had bands down south

Yard man said, "If we can't find him"

"Man ah just kweff man's spouse"

I don't know, civil's don't count

But fuck it, man still shub it in crowds

Woi-yoi