Thug Affection Central Cee

(Hoppin' out my whip and I'm parked up)

[Chorus]
I know they wanna do me like Rico
But I can't get done like Mitch did
Me and them boys ain't nuttin alike
The cloth l'm cut from's different
She think l'm a G and I don't need love
But I need me some thug affection
Where I'm from, it's dead or in jail
Or mentally ill from a drug addiction

[Verse 1]
She said I don't show no emotion
But she tell that a man been stressin’
I don't have no one to talk to
I vent in my studio session
I wanna go round dere and find man now
But I don't wanna block my blessings
I told them already to keep it brief
I don't think they got the message
Back then it was foot patrol
Now it’s SDR's, imma lеave with smoke
5.0 litre еngine, lick down pedestrians
I had a 1.2 litre golf
I had a 1.4 litre astra
Back when I had a few fiends in O
Feds on bro
Just in case they bugged his phone
We speak in -
What’s with all of the up bro?
This ain't what I signed up for
So busy watching the back door
That I nearly forgot bout the front door
Tax invasion, I need me a bank that's offshore
My darg fresh home from the kennel
But he ain't got no lock jaw