HEAR DAT STYL (feat. Unknown T) 가사

(Nathaniel London) Mm-mmph Mm-mmph Listen Babe, don't beat up yourself cah you know what I'm on Really, I wanted you, but this how a bad man make love songs I hear, I hear, I hear that still Babe, don't make me go buy out the whole of Louis Vuitton Then bring you back to a built home where you belong I-I-I-I-I-I hear that still We tried to let go, had to tell her: Chill, baby, let's right our wrongs Every now and then you'll pop back up in my life like I-I-I-I hear that still I know your friends don't like me, just like my bedrins don't like you Ain't tryna spin back home, well, likewise Listen Back then, we were young, so we kept on– yeah 'Member the day when you sprayed that got2b glue in my face 'cah I was– I'll never do that shit again Let's not pretend we tried to stay friends till we went back to f– yeah (tch) How could you block me on every social platform, that's how you're feelin'? Girl, ain't it [?] that we both got pride? 'Mem-member the day when a salty yute tried pop off our door like: Uncle, drive Word to the Lord, would've gave him a window chingin', lucky, I didn't have mine Most likely it would've been bine Man spun back round even though our relationship was love and hate combined Babe, don't beat up yourself cah you know what I'm on Really, I wanted you (you), but this how a bad man make love songs I hear, I hear, I hear that still Babe, don't make me go buy out the whole of Louis Vuitton Then bring you back to a built home where you belong I-I-I-I-I-I hear that still We tried to let go, had to tell her: Chill, baby, let's right our wrongs Every now and then you'll pop back up in my life like I-I-I-I hear that still I know your friends don't like me just like my bedrins don't like you Ain't tryna spin back home, well, likewise Listen That's my [stinx?], you know what the vibe is 4 AM and I'm coming to chill Got the Magreb hash, I'm coming to bill We can fuck and smoke I hear that still Brand new ice, can you feel this? Chill Fill up the T to the nearest mill' Dir-direct me to the nearest band Tryna out-bar me's like clearin' sand Big soft lips, let me taste it (yeah) And my time's rare, don't waste it (yeah) You can get a piece of the payslip (yeah) Your body set good, better brace it (mm-mmph) Are you, are you gonna lock this ting here? Please Keep chopsticks in the crib, Chinese Twin A6 and the whip's Siamese You can bring two friends, we can make by threes Babe, don't beat up yourself cah you know what I'm on Really, I wanted you, but this how a bad man make love songs I hear, I hear, I hear that still Babe, don't make me go buy out the whole of Louis Vuitton Then bring you back to a built home where you belong I-I-I-I-I-I hear that still We tried to let go, had to tell her: Chill, baby, let's right our wrongs Every now and then you'll pop back up in my life like I-I-I-I hear that still I know your friends don't like me, just like my bedrins don't like you Ain't tryna spin back home, well, likewise Home is where the heart is Hackney Central You know where my heart is This is the train to Homerton I'm back home, baby Fuck all the bullshit (mm-mmph) Listen Baby, let's drive off Coppin' my life like (I hear, I hear, I hear) Just how my bredrin don't like– (Nathaniel London) I hear, I hear, I hear that still