London Boy Dizzee Rascal (Ft. Frisco)

[Chorus: Dizzee Rascal]
London boy (Yeah), top geezer
Life of the party, people pleaser
How can you flex when no one sees you?
It's not hard, couldn't be easier
Forget them pricks, amnesia
Don't like me, I don't like them either
Say you're top boy, we don't believe you

[Verse 1: Dizzee Rascal]
London boy (Uh), top geezer
Dark and cold (Yeah), like freezer
Don't play games (No), no FIFA
They don't want smoke (Want), no reefer
Light skin ting (Ting), Lakeisha
Chocolate girl (Woo), Moesha
Private jet (Yeah), Ibiza
I'm not fussеd, it's either, eithеr (Come on)
Pretty white girl with jungle fever (Woo)
I'm like Skibba at jungle fever (Hey)
Deal with the matter, love her and leave her
Bitch boys chucking it, give me a breather (Low it)
Running your gums, hundred meters
Say you're a bad man and you got heaters (Bah)
Snatch your soul, finders, keepers (Hah)
Fuck your couch, that's where my feet is (Hey)
Fuck your life, shit on your fetus
Can't school me, I know what grease is (Grease)
Under the bed, that's where your P's is
On your head, that's where my P's is (Trust)
Put up the P's and have you in pieces, send you to Jesus
LDN, that's where the G's is
Scammers and dealers, robbers and peelers (Trust me)