Tumbi (Explicit)

Tumbi (Explicit) - Ghetts

Lyrics by：Justin Clarke-Samuel/Tyrone Gaitskell Fagan

Produced by：Splurge Boys

(Splurge boys)

I run down the money on Monday

My brother can't come he's on gunplay

Summon my cupcake

I only run 'cause I'm up late

(How do you mean)

All of my exes are iPhones

(How do you mean)

I always come with an upgrade

(How do you mean)

Different thing different timezone

I can not buy a ticket that's one way

I'm sorry I'm inconsistent

Apologies I've been distant

Your body's in mint condition

You obviously need convincing

Wifey material nigga

If looks could kill then you'd be a serial killer

Imperial figure

I just wanna hold on to peace and love (uh huh)

All me need's likkle weed and rum

Works haffi run 'til weekend come

When the weekend done still me can't done

Hold on to peace and love

All me need's likkle weed and rum

Works haffi run 'til weekend come

I run down somebody on Tuesday

If I don't get my money it's doomsday

That's not your girl that's your roommate

She go put your things in a suitcase

On to the next man

Finesse man then left man

The gal mad garn need a head scan

And a lifetime sex ban

I'm sorry I'm inconsistent

Apologies I've been distant

Your body's in mint condition

You obviously need convincing

Wifey material nigga

If looks could kill then you'd be a serial killer

Imperial figure

I just wanna hold on to peace and love (uh huh)

All me need's likkle weed and rum

Works haffi run 'til weekend come

When the weekend done still me can't done

Hold on to peace and love

All me need's likkle weed and rum

Works haffi run 'til weekend come

Old school stepper

Brand new things for a old vendetta

You think you know them kinda man there

Trust me killy man know them better

Old school stepper

Brand new things for a old vendetta

You think you know them kinda man there

Trust me killy man know them better