She wanna take Ubers all around London
Getting mad freaky sat in the backseat
Eyes on her chest like hooters the arch is golden coming like Mac Ds
Bottle of wrays Cali pack for the function
The beef ting funny but u don't wanna mad me
Threw him some hands so he know that I'm handy
You want it that way buck a boy in a backstreet
Eyes on her chest she ain't wearing no fendi
You Know I got flows for ur dome got plenty
Not even twenty
I'm past all the trends I ain't tryna be trendy
I'm past all the trends
So pass me the pen
Cah in harder than them
I ain't asking again
The best my age
You can't argue with that
If he Said that I ain't
Someone pass him a cap
That's mad
Aint nothing but speed if u see me drive past
Ain't nothing but ease if u see me write bars
I weren't never that kid I weren't getting a stars
I was stackin some jibs tryna get an a class
I be gettin my Ps it be coming in 1s and 2s and 2s and 3s
Wanna come against me man it's nothing but greez
Cash rules everything around me cream
Got a method man I'll run it up until I can't breath
When u lyrical like me u ain't gotta spit greez
Kill him on a beat then I bill him in a Z
I be skippin on the beat you be living in a dream
And I dream that one day my Gs succeed
Cah I'm tryna create generational wealth
Man a few years back I was hating myself
Like all of them drugs it was staining my health
I was so active now I stay by myself
One night fifteen magnums
All the time wanna go phantom
Loud words and loud actions
Talk shit boy get sanctions
She wanna take Ubers all around London
Gettin mad freaky sat in the backseat
Eyes on her chest like hooters the arch is asphalt A golden coming like Mac Ds
Bottle of wrays Cali pack for the function
The beef ting funny but u don't wanna mad me
Threw him some hands so he know that I'm handy
You want it that way buck a boy in a backstreet
Had too many too many man around
So I'm cropping my circle like Nina
Know I'm a dreamer
Dream in a Beamer
Hot two seater
B she a keeper
Pouring a litre
Filling up my cup
Get a good ratio now I'm billing up my skud
Man I been feeling rough but the money going up
I was down on my luck ain't nobody showing up
We ain't like them bruddas nah
Take me in man you ain't comprehending the bars
Got the pen in my palm
And I tend to go hard
U don't live like that u pretend a facade
I'm made for this shit like Ken to his Barbie
Bring them old school flows to the new plate party
Walk in the dance and they glance at my shawty
Me and T push dingers to the max
I got Feelings for the bag
Put me on the track you know I'll kill it if it's mad
Bro he thought he was cold now I'm pissing on his track
And they thought I was calm they get timid if I'm mad
Bill it if I'm sad and I bill it when I'm mad and I'll kill him on a track bun him in a blunt wrap
Vic Armstrong tell me why they stunt man
Seen bare switch so I keep up my guard
Know bare man would snitch so I'm keeping them far
Know I stress all the time but I'm keeping it calm
I swear I've had enough of that morning alarm
But it's rise and shine
Now it's time for the
Grind
Gotta go make bread and then write some lines
Back then they ain't think I was fine that's fine
Now The love of my life say I'm shining aye
She wanna take Ubers all around London
Gettin mad freaky sat in the backseat
Eyes on her chest like hooters the arch is asphalt A golden coming like Mac Ds
Bottle of wrays Cali pack for the function
The beef ting funny but u don't wanna mad me
Threw him some hands so he know that I'm handy
You want it that way buck a boy in a backstreet
Sebz - UBERS Lyrics
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English
She wanna take Ubers all around London
Getting mad freaky sat in the backseat
Eyes on her chest like hooters the arch is golden coming like Mac Ds
Bottle of wrays Cali pack for the function
The beef ting funny but u don't wanna mad me
Threw him some hands so he know that I'm handy
You want it that way buck a boy in a backstreet
Eyes on her chest she ain't wearing no fendi
You Know I got flows for ur dome got plenty
Not even twenty
I'm past all the trends I ain't tryna be trendy
I'm past all the trends
So pass me the pen
Cah in harder than them
I ain't asking again
The best my age
You can't argue with that
If he Said that I ain't
Someone pass him a cap
That's mad
Aint nothing but speed if u see me drive past
Ain't nothing but ease if u see me write bars
I weren't never that kid I weren't getting a stars
I was stackin some jibs tryna get an a class
I be gettin my Ps it be coming in 1s and 2s and 2s and 3s
Wanna come against me man it's nothing but greez
Cash rules everything around me cream
Got a method man I'll run it up until I can't breath
When u lyrical like me u ain't gotta spit greez
Kill him on a beat then I bill him in a Z
I be skippin on the beat you be living in a dream
And I dream that one day my Gs succeed
Cah I'm tryna create generational wealth
Man a few years back I was hating myself
Like all of them drugs it was staining my health
I was so active now I stay by myself
One night fifteen magnums
All the time wanna go phantom
Loud words and loud actions
Talk shit boy get sanctions
She wanna take Ubers all around London
Gettin mad freaky sat in the backseat
Eyes on her chest like hooters the arch is asphalt A golden coming like Mac Ds
Bottle of wrays Cali pack for the function
The beef ting funny but u don't wanna mad me
Threw him some hands so he know that I'm handy
You want it that way buck a boy in a backstreet
Had too many too many man around
So I'm cropping my circle like Nina
Know I'm a dreamer
Dream in a Beamer
Hot two seater
B she a keeper
Pouring a litre
Filling up my cup
Get a good ratio now I'm billing up my skud
Man I been feeling rough but the money going up
I was down on my luck ain't nobody showing up
We ain't like them bruddas nah
Take me in man you ain't comprehending the bars
Got the pen in my palm
And I tend to go hard
U don't live like that u pretend a facade
I'm made for this shit like Ken to his Barbie
Bring them old school flows to the new plate party
Walk in the dance and they glance at my shawty
Me and T push dingers to the max
I got Feelings for the bag
Put me on the track you know I'll kill it if it's mad
Bro he thought he was cold now I'm pissing on his track
And they thought I was calm they get timid if I'm mad
Bill it if I'm sad and I bill it when I'm mad and I'll kill him on a track bun him in a blunt wrap
Vic Armstrong tell me why they stunt man
Seen bare switch so I keep up my guard
Know bare man would snitch so I'm keeping them far
Know I stress all the time but I'm keeping it calm
I swear I've had enough of that morning alarm
But it's rise and shine
Now it's time for the
Grind
Gotta go make bread and then write some lines
Back then they ain't think I was fine that's fine
Now The love of my life say I'm shining aye
She wanna take Ubers all around London
Gettin mad freaky sat in the backseat
Eyes on her chest like hooters the arch is asphalt A golden coming like Mac Ds
Bottle of wrays Cali pack for the function
The beef ting funny but u don't wanna mad me
Threw him some hands so he know that I'm handy
You want it that way buck a boy in a backstreet
Getting mad freaky sat in the backseat
Eyes on her chest like hooters the arch is golden coming like Mac Ds
Bottle of wrays Cali pack for the function
The beef ting funny but u don't wanna mad me
Threw him some hands so he know that I'm handy
You want it that way buck a boy in a backstreet
Eyes on her chest she ain't wearing no fendi
You Know I got flows for ur dome got plenty
Not even twenty
I'm past all the trends I ain't tryna be trendy
I'm past all the trends
So pass me the pen
Cah in harder than them
I ain't asking again
The best my age
You can't argue with that
If he Said that I ain't
Someone pass him a cap
That's mad
Aint nothing but speed if u see me drive past
Ain't nothing but ease if u see me write bars
I weren't never that kid I weren't getting a stars
I was stackin some jibs tryna get an a class
I be gettin my Ps it be coming in 1s and 2s and 2s and 3s
Wanna come against me man it's nothing but greez
Cash rules everything around me cream
Got a method man I'll run it up until I can't breath
When u lyrical like me u ain't gotta spit greez
Kill him on a beat then I bill him in a Z
I be skippin on the beat you be living in a dream
And I dream that one day my Gs succeed
Cah I'm tryna create generational wealth
Man a few years back I was hating myself
Like all of them drugs it was staining my health
I was so active now I stay by myself
One night fifteen magnums
All the time wanna go phantom
Loud words and loud actions
Talk shit boy get sanctions
She wanna take Ubers all around London
Gettin mad freaky sat in the backseat
Eyes on her chest like hooters the arch is asphalt A golden coming like Mac Ds
Bottle of wrays Cali pack for the function
The beef ting funny but u don't wanna mad me
Threw him some hands so he know that I'm handy
You want it that way buck a boy in a backstreet
Had too many too many man around
So I'm cropping my circle like Nina
Know I'm a dreamer
Dream in a Beamer
Hot two seater
B she a keeper
Pouring a litre
Filling up my cup
Get a good ratio now I'm billing up my skud
Man I been feeling rough but the money going up
I was down on my luck ain't nobody showing up
We ain't like them bruddas nah
Take me in man you ain't comprehending the bars
Got the pen in my palm
And I tend to go hard
U don't live like that u pretend a facade
I'm made for this shit like Ken to his Barbie
Bring them old school flows to the new plate party
Walk in the dance and they glance at my shawty
Me and T push dingers to the max
I got Feelings for the bag
Put me on the track you know I'll kill it if it's mad
Bro he thought he was cold now I'm pissing on his track
And they thought I was calm they get timid if I'm mad
Bill it if I'm sad and I bill it when I'm mad and I'll kill him on a track bun him in a blunt wrap
Vic Armstrong tell me why they stunt man
Seen bare switch so I keep up my guard
Know bare man would snitch so I'm keeping them far
Know I stress all the time but I'm keeping it calm
I swear I've had enough of that morning alarm
But it's rise and shine
Now it's time for the
Grind
Gotta go make bread and then write some lines
Back then they ain't think I was fine that's fine
Now The love of my life say I'm shining aye
She wanna take Ubers all around London
Gettin mad freaky sat in the backseat
Eyes on her chest like hooters the arch is asphalt A golden coming like Mac Ds
Bottle of wrays Cali pack for the function
The beef ting funny but u don't wanna mad me
Threw him some hands so he know that I'm handy
You want it that way buck a boy in a backstreet
Writer: Seb Phelan
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