"Parlez-Vous Anglais" Sangtekst

Turn
Turn, turn
Turn, turn, ayy
Yo

The plaques come platinum, my bezel's stainless
Whip goes fast and the crib's outrageous (skrrt)
Just spent twenty-eight K on production
Light up a stage and leave in a spaceship (ha)
Day-Date plane for the day
GG on my waist, CC on my trainers (ah)
Pagans, they wanna play
If I pipe her down, after that, we're strangers

Old school like Ratatouille
Now I just act a fool in Louis (turn, turn)
Brown skin girl, caramel coulee
Pockets fat, Andy Ruiz (told me turn, ayy)
Pop that Ace of Spades
I drank from the bottle, now my outfit ruined (s-s-suh, suh)
Ah, I bought a new one, could be Newham

Fuck it, I'll beat if the bitch is ratchet
Long as her hands and feet are matching
Young Aitch don't dive in the pussy
I take off my DsQs and backflip
Air 1's come white like my ashes
But I won't smoke if it ain't rolled backwards
Long time, I ain't seen the mandem
It's just me, myself and the cameras (One)

First class when I stamp this yay
I got it with ones, not ApplePay
Route to the clearport, personalised Air Force (suh, suh)
And they're looking all crack cocaine
If I get bored, the destination's St. Tropez (turn, turn)
St. Tropez, me and shorty twidlin' in Saint Laurent (yo)

Baguettes, dem fill up my wrist
My watch ain't French, it's Swiss (One)
Put in that work, we took the risk
And now we can't risk this lick (s-s-suh, suh, suh, suh)
Got ten bands cash in the bag
Tings wrapped in fives and the red's in quids
Chanel store so big
Just show me where the entrance is (One)
Baguettes, dem fill up my wrist
My watch ain't French, it's Swiss
Put in that work, we took the risk
And now we can't risk this lick (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Got ten bands cash in the bag
Tings wrapped in fives and the red's in quids
Chanel store so big
Just show me where the entrance is

Yo, shorty said "H"
Me and Aitch both lookin' like H or Aitch? (Who?)
I'm rollin' in my jeans in exclusive J's
I'm sportin' my Audemars Piguet (One)
Front row at the Louis show, you know how much I love Paris (Paris)
Toutes ces belles filles (yeah)
Parlez-vous anglais (chale)

AP when I wanna be a rapper
Normal day, it's the Presi or Dweller
I don't like her man, so fuck Keisha
These days, mans with Becky or Bella
Me and bro pulled up in a Double R Ghost
Clear skies, still flex the umbrellas (skrrt)
Bag in the back of the whip
'Bout twenty-six quid in nothin' but tenners

D down fanny
Gyal from London, gyal from Manny (told me turn, ayy)
Smoke Biscotti or Zkittlez (turn, turn)
Or any type of Cali
Twenty-five bags in cashish
She was a pub girl, now she turned bad B
My plaque just went gold
I tell my label, "I want it in rose (yeah)

Tell the label, "I ain't putting pen to paper for no less than two M's" (no way)
Grew up in Moston, then I got rich, now I'm in some new ends
All I know is money and success
Wanna talk P's? That's fine, I'm fluent (mm-mm)
Stacks so big, the elastic snapped
Now I'm pissed cah the picture's ruined

Baguettes, dem fill up my wrist
My watch ain't French, it's Swiss (One)
Put in that work, we took the risk
And now we can't risk this lick
Got ten bands cash in the bag
Tings wrapped in fives and the red's in quids
Chanel store so big
Just show me where the entrance is (One)
Baguettes, dem fill up my wrist
My watch ain't French, it's Swiss
Put in that work, we took the risk
And now we can't risk this lick (s-s-suh, suh, suh, suh)
Got ten bands cash in the bag
Tings wrapped in fives and the red's in quids
Chanel store so big
Just show me where the entrance is