Wifeyriddim ​ayrtn

[Verse 1]
Yo, I got this ting from London, West London, Chelsea, near Kings Road
She don't care about my area code
She's about like she ain't aware of the road
And I know twins from Essex
But one of them wants me bad, I might dead it
I don't wife these tings, I'll stress it
Undress it, I go in when I press it
Melina from Brum's Algerian
She's got bare problems, I ain't hearing 'em
She said, "Baby, my features are yours, and I swear to God, you won't catch me sharing 'em"
Shouts to the girls 'round the UK, peng
Elle, peng, Yasmin, peng
Do a show with my blood bros OT, tell a piff ting that
"You might see me again"
My light skin don't miss me
'Cause she hates tracksuits that are shifty
I said, "I wear them 'cause I do road on my 95s, the import's two-fifty"
I got a posh bad ting inna uni
Hollywood like she star in a movie
Her dad's rich, so she's coated in diamonds, eyes are emeralds, and her lipstick's ruby
My close friend, I ain't tryna mash that
But she's a blue foot with a fat backs
LV from her feet to her handbag
But it ain't that, so a nigga gotta hang back
All my ex tings still hate me
They're like, "Work at it, love, don't pay me"
Hold tight, Jess and Chelsea, they're real, still think Kate's buff, but I don't like Katie