Central Cee GBP Lyrics, Central Cee ft 21 Savage GBP Lyrics
If it weren’t the UK, would’ve had a AK-47 with a hundred rounds
Red carpet in my trackie and Air Max, they want a boy with a London style
We ain’t got generational wealth, got a couple of mill’ for my unborn child
If I pay man a hundred-thousand pound, I can get man bun right in front of a crowd
Uh, That’s GBP
The price go up if it’s USD
Better watch your words, I’ll get you X’d ’bout the shit you tweet (On God)
I told lil’ bro if it’s personal, he better jump out and do it on feet
We got somethin’ in common with scuba divers, why? Cos the guys in deep
If it weren’t the UK, would’ve had a AK Gang outside with a samurai sword
Nike Tech Fleece with a Air Force 1, my ski mask on but we don’t snowboard
Go on a glide, leave your phone at home, what’s wrong with these guys? They go and record
So distraught, we was broke as hell, well, until we broke the law
If I lived in Harlem, I would’ve been Mitch, them man would’ve been like Ace and snitched
If it was Oakland, I would’ve been a pimp
If it was 1930, North Carolina, I would’ve been Frank with a mink
If the opps got nominated for the BRIT’s, would’ve went to the ceremony with sticks
And the G17 would’ve came with a switch
If it weren’t the UK, would’ve had a AK-47 with a hundred rounds
Red carpet in my trackie and Air Max, they want a boy with a London style
We ain’t got generational wealth, got a couple of mill’ for my unborn child
If I pay man a hundred-thousand pound, I can get man bun right in front of a crowd (Pussy)
That’s GBP
The price go up if it’s USD (21)
Better watch your words, I’ll get you X’d ’bout the shit you tweet (On God)
I told lil’ bro if it’s personal, he better jump out and do it on feet (21)
We got somethin’ in common with scuba divers, why? Cos the guys in deep
Latex gloves, I’m on a drill, watch ’em fall, Jack and Jill
Up on the opps, seven to nil, premier league, I’m in the field
Two things that you’ll never see, is me run from a opp or a b**** in my will
Got day ones and I’m with ’em still, fightin’ demons, swallowin’ pills
I still want a deal with Nike (On God)
I can’t get caught on no ring, so I’m inside outtin’ the shiesty (Straight up)
We go through the front door ‘cos they gon’ tell when that back door shit get spicy (Rats)
Internet beef, if I catch you in traffic, the f**k you gon’ do ****, type me? (Pussy)
I put this on God, I hit this b**** once, she already tryna be wifey (Damn)
I’m from the street and I got opps, I don’t got time to go sightsee (Damn)
Wake me up with head, put this in your purse and shut the f**k up if you like me (21)
I’ll fill up your closet with Birkins, buy you a wagon and make sure you icy (Alright)
Alright
If it weren’t the UK, would’ve had a AK-47 with a hundred rounds
Red carpet in my trackie and Air Max, they want a boy with a London style
We ain’t got generational wealth, got a couple of mill’ for my unborn child
If I pay man a hundred-thousand pound, I can get man bun right in front of a crowd (Pussy)
That’s GBP
The price go up if it’s USD (21)
Better watch your words, I’ll get you X’d ’bout the shit you tweet (On God)
I told lil’ bro if it’s personal, he better jump out and do it on feet (21)
We got somethin’ in common with scuba divers, why? Cos the guys in deep