Slumdog Millionaire Ghetts

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[Intro]
Ganga cha Yamuna chaiva Godavari Saraswati

[Chorus: Ghetts & Stefflon Don]
Slumdog millionaire
Glovebox filled up with gear
Mum's not in no arrears
Fuck ups, this is my year
Yo, gunshot inna di air
Gunshot inna di air
Yo, gunshot inna di air
Slumdog millionaire

[Verse 1: Ghetts]
I told my man I've got a motive
I just met some old white man who wears loafers
What? He said it's too good to be true though
But if it goes like that, bonus
Instant money, shipment coming
Me, you, Winston, Sonny
This time next week, Kingston, Surrey
Driver, keep the engine running
Coming
Hot like an Indian curry
Running
Can't stop, I'm in a Linford hurry
Gully
Who the fuck won't Winston duppy?
Bun him
Send him back home saying England's cruddy
It's nuttin'
Top boy, man are thinking Sully
Gunning
Big darg in this ting, me nuh puppy

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