M1llionz & AJ Tracey – Provisional Licence Lyrics

M1llionz Provisional Licence Lyrics, Provisional Licence Lyrics by M1llionz

Mum said, “Surround yourself with winners”
Instead I surround myself with spinners
All I ever wanted was that bimmers
Nah, all I ever wanted was that skinners
(Fantatix)

Yo, provisional license, no one in the passy
Half brick of bujj, man, this ain’t Amnesia (Skrr)
Need to marry me a girl in the USA
That’s the only way that I’m getting this VISA (Haha)
Need a place to stay but Joe’s moving funny
I think she’s with the Liverpool dealers
My phone went slow, so I’m scheming
On the albos, glad bro did cop the heat seeker
Last year I was stressed, I lost my wing job
Now I feel like I got no ratings (Stress)
Had to bad up the servery yute
Try put two potatoes on this plastic plate ting (Dickhead)
Says 12 on my canteen sheet
But I got like three bills in my private savings (How?)
On soch with a towel on my head
Cah the mandem are wild with hot water aiming (Woosh)
Has your phone ever rung so much that you’re chilling
And you think you can hear it ringing?
But it’s just your imagination
KMT pissing, not my hotline blinging (Blinging)
Most of my mates in prison
Cah man chat too much like flirting women (Snitching)
Free bro, man, I miss him
Been so much years since last man seen him

Mum said, “Surround yourself with winners”
Instead I surround myself with spinners
Just me and my girl in this old plate dingers
Everything pushed to the side like wingers
All I ever wanted was that bimmers
Nah, all I ever wanted was that skinners
Ain’t got time to bake and rave with n*****
That ain’t trynna rise up and chase these figures

Mum said, “Surround yourself with winners”
Instead I surround myself with spinners
Just me and my girl in this old plate dingers
Everything pushed to the side like wingers
All I ever wanted was that bimmers
Nah, all I ever wanted was that skinners
Ain’t got time to bake and rave with n*****
That ain’t trynna rise up and chase these figures
(Brass)

69 plate Lambo’, provisional license, taking a risk
Twenty in cash on my lap, my bro wapped up
I ain’t taking a frisk (Facts)
What do you know ’bout taking a young boy’s prof’
‘Cause his partner’s taking the piss? (Gimme that!)
Us man are licensed to carry like Uber
Pull up on a paigon and give him a lift (Yeah)
Old school, I had the tiniest Nike backpack
All of my books dem bent up (Haa!)
Mums thought sons in the ends went AWOL
Really was a OT sender (Kway up)
The phones went down, so the yute got lucky
I had his whole life in my palm
But I when I piss, better ring the alarm
‘Cause I’ll put my PRS cheque on the arm
Mum said, “Surround yourself with people like-minded
We don’t part with the evil” (Mumsie)
Draw me out and the team gets regal
We’ll make your marrow fly high like eagle
I’m Sosa, I call the shots
If you fuck me, I’ll shut your whole ting down (Down)
I made it out, so my folks dem proud
Don’t wait till man’s dead, celebrations now (Let’s go)

Mum said, “Surround yourself with winners”
Instead I surround myself with spinners
Just me and my girl in this old plate dingers
Everything pushed to the side like wingers
All I ever wanted was that bimmers
Nah, all I ever wanted was that skinners
Ain’t got time to bake and rave with n*****
That ain’t trynna rise up and chase these figures

Mum said, “Surround yourself with winners”
Instead I surround myself with spinners
Just me and my girl in this old plate dingers
Everything pushed to the side like wingers
All I ever wanted was that bimmers
Nah, all I ever wanted was that skinners

Written by: Adrian Francis, Curtis James, Miguel Cunningham