Terminal 1 Versatile

{intro}

Casper: Oh baby, always golden, never folding, neck on frozen, baby show them.. I like that. Sexy... it’s sexy! Owww what a bloody buzz!

{Verse 1}

Eskimo:

I never gave a fuck about yous, being honest, no one does it better than us, that’s being modest, every other night rolls in to being on it
I’m like Marcellus, she’s like Mia Wallace (coke head)
Them boys can’t keep our names out their mouths, their girlfriends can’t keep my dick out their mouth (no way)
We don’t have to havе a straightener, it’s not my fault she’s likе that when she has a bit of paint in her
No hassle no stress, you don’t need to pay me back it’s all good, no sweat, no hassle no stress, never living in the past, straight on to the next, straight on to the best, DJ spin the decks, rose gold tint on the Ray-Ban specks, we’re all buzzing for a tint and a steam
Yeah what we thinking? (Let me tell ya)

{Verse 2}

Casper:

Champagne pop, baby make that drop, do the Ringsend bop and we boss it
Usain Bolt from a squad car, mop the floor with the cunts and they lost us
Doggy’s in the back and he’s bagging up haze, while the boys chop pat with a Natalie Wade, it’s a nasty aul’ game but we have to be paid, bitches looking good- will ya marry me babe?
Make a fat hole bounce, make a fat hole bounce, all the coke whores want a tester from me ounce, baby show the cash or the boys will show you out, no doubt all the blogger bitches horny for me clout
Get to work pal, roll up a fat yoke, if ya didn’t chip in that’s your last toke, Badger shite haze that’s mad smoke, take two tokes you’ll be paro off your banjo

{Verse 3}