[Verse 1]

In my en suite chilling with Anna-May

And we're watching Anime, what can I say?

She ain't fucking she's just sampling my can of spray

Danny J's my mate with boxes of Alize

We went to Jack D, now we're back again

Tomorrow we ain't gonna have no stack to spray

Balling like San Jose

How much it cost to reek of this?

Paco Rabanne that's all I had to say

The atmosphere's calm it ain't even 'bout swag today

Nah you can't question our flow

If you're taking shots, M-O-N-Z Ronaldo

You come in this cold game and you're getting foul throws

But I'm over your heads, we be getting wild yo

This is southern comfort, the setting's styled bro

Sick woman in here, somebody get the calpol

These chicks are limewire, getting down loads

Cos we're pouring champagne directly down throats

Yeah your bitch open wide and she swallow that

And she's following on Twitter, I don't follow back

She said she celibate, I couldn't tell a bit

Cos you can see it in her eyes that she wants it bad

[Hook: J.R]

I ain't got fire, whatdya mean?

I ain't even started but I'm bussing up the scene

Tryna breakthrough, getting all the cake too

I'm just tryna clean up like maids do

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