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Council Flat Video (MV)




Performed By: M Huncho
Language: English
Length: 2:56
Written by: Luis Marte, M Huncho




M Huncho - Council Flat Lyrics
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(Dvtchie on the beat)

All black trackie make you nauseous
Brick so fleeky, yeah, she flawless
Around so many trees, it be feelin' like a forest
Yeah, and I do it like I'm lawless
I do it, large portions
Vacuum seal the plastic now it's lookin' gorgeous
Supplyin' crisp packets, yeah it ain't no Walkers
Stay away from bitchy jiggas, they just talkers
Reminiscing times, billin' suttin' in a Raw riz
And they got no money, yeah, you can't afford this
Uh, they can't afford piss
These jiggas entertain gyal, they do up French kiss
I do up nastiness, she give my dick her full lips
Full lips, bando boy, tell my young G, hold it
Sunday night, break a pack, I kick some ball quick
And we don't forfeit, came up through the losses
Make a toast, yeah, we raise our glasses

Council flat and I'm waitin' on my homie
He just got the re', and listen, homie
If we ain't got no relations, please don't phone me
I don't want no fake yutes, I'd rather do up lonely, yeah
I'd rather do up lonely
I'm with Facey, I'm with Tony
Got this paper, it's all on me
Leave a paper trail on me, yeah
You can smell the paper on me, yeah

Roll with a couple, I'm still sucker free
Need that large portion, stack lookin' Philly cheese
In an empty car park curly ting she suckin' me
No names, no shame, we all sinners
So I'ma use a code name
She's Francesca, she's from London
She ain't Leicester
And I tell her that my name is Alessandro with the Nesta
Trappy in Fiestas
Makin' money, have fiestas
Until then I can't rest, cuz, nah
Black and yellow, I ain't Wiz, cuz
Uh, Huncho givin' out these big buds
There's cologne so this bud we can't stink of
I see police so we goin' for quick runs

Council flat and I'm waitin' on my homie
He just got the re', and listen, homie
If we ain't got no relations, please don't phone me
I don't want no fake yutes, I'd rather do up lonely, yeah
I'd rather do up lonely
I'm with Facey, I'm with Tony
Got this paper, it's all on me
Leave a paper trail only, yeah
You can smell the paper on me, yeah
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(Dvtchie on the beat)

All black trackie make you nauseous
Brick so fleeky, yeah, she flawless
Around so many trees, it be feelin' like a forest
Yeah, and I do it like I'm lawless
I do it, large portions
Vacuum seal the plastic now it's lookin' gorgeous
Supplyin' crisp packets, yeah it ain't no Walkers
Stay away from bitchy jiggas, they just talkers
Reminiscing times, billin' suttin' in a Raw riz
And they got no money, yeah, you can't afford this
Uh, they can't afford piss
These jiggas entertain gyal, they do up French kiss
I do up nastiness, she give my dick her full lips
Full lips, bando boy, tell my young G, hold it
Sunday night, break a pack, I kick some ball quick
And we don't forfeit, came up through the losses
Make a toast, yeah, we raise our glasses

Council flat and I'm waitin' on my homie
He just got the re', and listen, homie
If we ain't got no relations, please don't phone me
I don't want no fake yutes, I'd rather do up lonely, yeah
I'd rather do up lonely
I'm with Facey, I'm with Tony
Got this paper, it's all on me
Leave a paper trail on me, yeah
You can smell the paper on me, yeah

Roll with a couple, I'm still sucker free
Need that large portion, stack lookin' Philly cheese
In an empty car park curly ting she suckin' me
No names, no shame, we all sinners
So I'ma use a code name
She's Francesca, she's from London
She ain't Leicester
And I tell her that my name is Alessandro with the Nesta
Trappy in Fiestas
Makin' money, have fiestas
Until then I can't rest, cuz, nah
Black and yellow, I ain't Wiz, cuz
Uh, Huncho givin' out these big buds
There's cologne so this bud we can't stink of
I see police so we goin' for quick runs

Council flat and I'm waitin' on my homie
He just got the re', and listen, homie
If we ain't got no relations, please don't phone me
I don't want no fake yutes, I'd rather do up lonely, yeah
I'd rather do up lonely
I'm with Facey, I'm with Tony
Got this paper, it's all on me
Leave a paper trail only, yeah
You can smell the paper on me, yeah
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Writer: Luis Marte, M Huncho
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