Official

By Chip

On London Boy

Released on December 25, 2012

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[Hook: Parker]

People tell me I'mma only get bigger

Not to give a fuck about all these niggas

Just a mister maybe I could use a missus

Trying to put a ring on the game, make it official

And we’re so high, it’s going down tonight

Girl tell me where you're at tonight

We can seal the deal, we can make this official


[Verse 1: Chip]

Hunger turns to savage, that’s the story of my ends

To every time I made a hundred grand I lost a friend

Can you be here til the end? Will you be here til the end?

Or are you like the phony girls I know that just pretend?

I’m trusting you, you, take my palm I’ll take you through

Dress on for that red carpet, it’s cool I’ll take you too, let’s go

Official like a ref, you got me calling all the shots

Your love’s a penalty and I ain’t missing from the spot

I know your spots, so come and blow me like a whistle

O double F I put the C in official

Paid niggas love it, broke niggas hate it

90's baby on fire, every track gets cremated, yeah (burnt)

Olympic flow, I got the torch when I’m rapping

London boy in Cali, chilling smoking on that Cali Kush

All I do is rap and make these women wanna rap me

I just hope they feel me coming like that bitch who tried to trap me


[Hook: Parker]


[Bridge: Parker]

My love is so official, yeah

My love is so official, yeah

And we so high, it’s going down tonight

Girl tell me where you're at tonight

We can seal the deal, we can make this official


[Verse 2: Wretch 32]

Baby say she dreaming 'bout greatness

I hope we had safe sex

Hand on my heart, you’re my favorite

If I put my hand on your heart, I can take it

Runaway slave shit, trying to own a master

Cutting through the field got me whipping kinda faster

Cuts on my arm, thick stitching on my armor

Got cash money, all the Nickis will menage ya

Doesn’t that alarm ya?

That's why I'm looking for the right girl

Who's sick with the chicken and does the rice well

Red bottoms, face of an angel, fly as hell

Sounds like miss universe in my world

And I'm leaning round the world and I’m I’m

Looking like the main course and you’re on my side

And when you’re screaming out Wretch

It sounds like music to my E A R yea


[Hook: Parker]


[Verse 3: Blade Brown]

Look, I heard your ex say he want a second chance

Now she fucking with me, he ain't get a second glance

And my ex chick? Swapped it with the next chick

Might cop her an X3 just to get my ex pissed

But nah, wait, check this

She was moving reckless, cross her off the checklist

I'm sitting smoking, thinking bout all the time I wasted

And ho all them other girls were kinda basic

But I'm still upon my D boy shit, making D boy chips in a decoy whip, yeah

Thinking all the times I was doubted

I lost count all the times I've been counting

H and the base got the H on my waist

Wish all these bloggers would say this hate to my face

Real hustler, I turn an ⅛ to a case

We just trying take it from the estates to the states


[Hook:Parker]


[Bridge: Parker]