ฟังเพลงIntro (Explicit)

Song: Intro (Explicit)

Artist: D-Block Europe

Lyrics: Dirtbike LB & Young Adz

Composed: THESCAM & Boreyx

Yeah, I can get you what you like

You just place your order, I'ma send it on a bike

So many watches that it's so hard to decide

In Hatton Garden, pourin' mud up in my Sprite

These diamonds really bright

I'm standing on my wrongs

Real street nigga, darling, this is not a song

All my niggas rich, hit a zig, it's really long

Robbed half the hood so it's awkward where I'm from

This is not a song

Young lit nigga rocking Gucci in the bando

And I'm telling them to hurry up and buy it

Whippin' in Lewisham smelling like Maria's Kitchen

You can get it while it's wet or when it dries, yeah

He had no heart but he had pride, yeah

Fast forward, long story short, he died, yeah

Tell my lady to follow me on a drive, yeah

Gotta live my dream, I done lived a nightmare

Sweet, shopping in the galleries for thirty-nine feet

Niggas in their feelings writing thirty-nine tweets

Like, "That boy 29 really living like a—"

29 really living like a G

Gave fifty to my jeweller then I put it on my tee

Talking to my mother while I sip a cup of tea

Spill juice, sip tea, told my nigga, "Spill juice, sip tea"

Young lit nigga living all well, yeah

Beezo 12 o'clock on one wheel, yeah

Niggas acting like we gone but we still here (Acting like we gone but we still here)

Don't think that we won't 'cause we still will

Fuck the money, DBE still real (Yeah) (Still here)

And we still real

Molly world had me like a geek

Poppin' tags, straight cash, I barely keep receipts

She fuckin' with a real nigga, catch up, baby, please

Nigga talkin' out his mouth and got some ketchup on his tee

Me and K sittin' for a minute, tryna figure out how we gonna fuckin' fit this hammer in his jeans

We don't need to talk if we established that it's beef

Pickin' all these dirty rappers and this cabbage in my teeth

DBE, Home Alone, it's the tidal wave

Rollie full of stones for the time of day

I bought her crypto bought her YSA

She used to work for the stars, now she mine to stay

Got my nigga 'til he's out, to decide a say

Used to bag a whole key

Now it's one fifth each if they wanna hear a key today

Get you what you like

Sell it on a bike

So hard to decide

Mud up in my Sprite

Standin' on my wrongs

This is not a song