Download Lagu Kak Hatt, K.A.D - Flowz

Lirik Flowz

I tell 'em I'm here
Sorry mate, you can't park here

These ones sounding like Mexico
Why you tryna act like your next to blow
You wanna see me in the booth when they let me go
And I just done a fill-n-run from Texaco
I said, these ones sounding like Mexico
Why you tryna act like your next to blow
You wanna see me in the booth when they let me go
And I just done a fill-n-run from Texaco

These ones sounding like Pabalo Esca
Had a couple fatties on the back of the Vespa (wing)
Had a couple fatties in the back of the Vectra
Boy, you wanna have a look, she got a back like a wrestler
Got a face like a bulldog chewing a wasp
Had a shitty hole now I'm touching the cloth
Any negativity, I'm fucking 'em off
She never told me she was lesbian, but fuck it I'll watch

Look, make noise like a man with a disk cutter
Had a few cans need a piss brother (need a piss)
Fuck next year, I'm tryna make this summer
Bolted in her mouth, now I'm tryna get a kiss from her
Eegh, don't act literal
I was out me nut now clean Phil Mitchel
I don't give a fuck what you've seen or been through
And I would be lying if I said I wasn't into

These ones sounding like Mexico
Why you tryna act like your next to blow
You wanna see me in the booth when they let me go
And I just done a fill-n-run from Texaco
I said, these ones sounding like Mexico
Why you tryna act like your next to blow
You wanna see me in the booth when they let me go
And I just done a fill-n-run from Texaco

I said, call me Aloe Blacc, I'm tryna grab a dollar
Had me nut on camera, call me Maradona
You can get it if you really really wanna
She keep barking like a dog, so I'ma treat her to a collar
Tryna get me that cash like an ATM
Black car black wheel on the KTM
Said 40 by an hour, so I paid for ten
She had nice little tits, so I played with them

I ain't playing, I ain't kidding, tryna do this for a living
Put the sausage with the gravy, then I mix it with the chicken
Tell her what you doing twitching while I'm tryna put me dick in
Tell her dad to get off out of it, he look like Peter Griffin, err
Who you getting loud to ball bag chin
Open up your legs, put me ball bags in
Tell her anything, don't bring a nose 'round him
My boy, you wanna see me when I'm four grams in

So, what's the matter what's the problem what you gonna do
Had a fart I took a risk and then I followed through
Yeah, I'm looking for a fat body
Take her round the back and curl underneath the grab lorry
Boy, I might grab it and chat it in the phone box
On the cover, looking like a pair of robots
Incoming call, tell the cunt to turn the phone off
Running down Way Field Hill with me clothes off, ahh

These ones sounding like Mexico
Why you tryna act like your next to blow
You wanna see me in the booth when they let me go
And I just done a fill-n-run from Texaco
I said, these ones sounding like Mexico
Why you tryna act like your next to blow
You wanna see me in the booth when they let me go
And I just done a fill-n-run from Texaco

Ahh, boy, I don't know what to do
I want cocaine and I want a prostitute
I got a screw loose brother, yeah, I lost a few
And fuck Starbucks, tell him bring the Fosters through (give us a beer)
I ain't worried about your Astack
Tryna be like Big John coming in a flat cap
She make it jiggle while I'm sitting with the flat-pack
And she make it jiggle when she jizzes on the Kak Hatt (uh)

They said are you gonna make it where you gonna be
I said, "In a Rolls-Royce M23"
Do it by me own choice you ain't telling me
And if she ain't a fattie then I'll treat her like the enemy
Here girl just a quick one
Go on give some hand job don't be a shit cunt
Puffing that Benson tight cunt this one
Play pure bars, make the crowd do a fist pump

Spit bars make the crowd go dizzy
Sniff a line of cover do a blue now I'm dizzy
She be ripping off me boxers, tryna get me jiggy-jiggy
Drop a banger once a week, I show you how to keep it busy
I said, "Ahh here, brother, I'm killing 'em
Not one video, I'm pushing half a million
Yeah, I got the brass house sitting over Gillingham
Her fanny tastes sweet, yeah, tastes like cinnamon"

Look, smoke like a train, never put me in the race
I was on top, then I dribbled in her face
Said, "What's the matter? You look like you're gonna cry?"
She said, "'Cause I am you silly cunt, you dribbled in my eye"
I said, "Bad girl, sorry 'bout that"
Can't get in yours, there's a lorry out back
Plus I got a bit of Vodka if you wanna down that
Getting jiggy in the rain, looking like a drowned rat, ahh

These ones sounding like Mexico
Why you tryna act like your next to blow
You wanna see me in the booth when they let me go
And I just done a fill-n-run from Texaco
I said, these ones sounding like Mexico
Why you tryna act like your next to blow
You wanna see me in the booth when they let me go
And I just done a fill-n-run from Texaco

These ones sounding like Mexico
Why you tryna act like your next to blow
You wanna see me in the booth when they let me go
And I just done a fill-n-run from Texaco