Anglo Saxon Loski (Ft. Blanco (UK))

[Intro]
Ay Mobz, that's wavey

[Chorus: Loski]
Mad ting, mad ting (Muh)
I'm in the field like Anglo Saxons (Yes)
Joke man, don't ask for my ranking (No)
Still cool with the killys, no rampin' (Killys)
Cool kid, gyal say I look handsome (Glee)
Handsome (Glee), handsome (Glee)
Man are lyin' on us 'bout tantrums (Tantrums)
Make a boy lay down, no plankin' (Muh)

[Verse 1: Loski]
My darling's gorgeous (Leng)
Becky with the good hair, flawless
Like my bro madman, torture
Put thunder in your face, scorcher
I ain't ever been robbed, that's awkward (Nope)
Tek one, left one, extortion
We don't do warnings or caution (No)
Get smoked like Cali imported
Wait, someone's lyin', innit
Me, I'm the truth, they mimic
That's forbidden (Muh, whoosh), get him
Beg me, I bet they leg it
Ski demon, for any reason we stretch it
Ball so hard, they jealous
We see them, start swingin' our arms like tennis
If I make bands then the killys dem fed
Yard man ting, popcaan, dem dead
Hovis, Hovis, 'Ski love bread
Henny I'm rolling, team no ments
Hoppin' out cars and jump off peds (Skkrt, skrkt)
If she love us and them, she a Jez
The only thing I hate more than them man there
Is a barbie that's rude and dead (Dead one)