Krept, Konan & Yungen - Go Down South ft Chip Lyrics

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Krept, Konan & Yungen - Go Down South ft Chip Lyrics:

[Chorus]
Money going up
Girls going down
Didn’t know me then
Bet they know me now
I don’t care where your from Just use your brain
Heads up go down south
Go down south
Go down south
Go down south
Yeah go down south
I don’t care where your from Just use your brain
Heads up go down south

[Krept]
Madness with a bad bitcin between her buns goin ham that’s a sandwich
I can have u come in Labrinth
Handle it you won’t stop bus
Traffic
She said I’m hot chocolate with mean swag
When a Horlicks I get a Tbag
Spend three bags on three bags
Cum shot watch the white stick Wii pad
The girls said she at a seminar
But word to the Scottish its my house where’s she’s Edinborough
Bare noise when I get in her
Neighbours can’t handle the racket Federer
When I cruise by they like you fly
Ask the arabs bout brands that I Dubai
I’m the man
I’m the man
I’m the man
So she wanna toss my salad food fight!

[Chorus]

[Chipmunk]
Aiming at your girl got my stick as a trigger
Call me John Terry I don’t really fuck with n*****
Tia and Tamera yea I can handle sisters virgins know I get it popping blisters
Telescopes out yeah you looking at a star
All I do is splash put me in a waterpark
No tints on the ride they be looking all hard
Spent a car on the watch
Why you watching the car
At least once a month I be in the papers
Fuck me and sell the story you’ll be famous
Might want seconds cos I’m first class right
I can take you on your first First Class flight
She said Chip I wanna beat don’t tell my ex
She says she Play Dirty over she Krept
Lifes just a gamble flip a coin
Yes
Go down south it landed on heads

[Chorus]

[Yungen]
Make a Toast I’m finally getting my bread right
I’m in the club on my ones on a dead night
This ting Amber’s giving me the red light
I be Prada’d off sipping a Red Stripe
I don’t jam man the girls know I’m doughnuts
She like young man you really need to grow up
I put my towe inbetween her twins
I make her complain till I blow up
A little jerk but she really wanna fling
Moving rice to get the peas it aint a thing
Food man I used to hide money in cling
Now my moneys in Banks Bada Boom Bada Bing
I do the dam thing me kon’s in the Tigra
And If I don’t wear a glove she a keeper
Told this chick off twitter ima F you
What you think happened when I Cena

[Chorus]

[Konan]
Said I’m all about the Capital I told her from the start
Heard me on the radio and now she wants my Heart
But I’m all about the paper you can tell by the Voice
Left her with a Kiss cah I really aint got a choice
They told me go sick and I was like we be in
Give your girl a beat 120 BPM
The weeds got me paro
Girls think I’m Shallow
Cause I got so much Adz on my BBM
And after my Giggs they usually wana party
So I take em to the Park and I get inside the Nani
Or its back to the Villa she creaming already
I’m far from Xavi but I leave the bed Messi
Got a bally on my top its bringing out the Crook in me
Heard I got Chips now they wanna look for me
They know that I’m Pharrel just take one look at mei used to load Clipse now I’m tryna Pusha T!

[Chorus]

Yungen, Konan & Krept - The Motto Lyrics

Yungen, Konan & Krept - The Motto (Play Dirty) (Official Net Video). Follow Krept, Konan and Yungen on twitter. Directed by Urban Flash. Playhard Entertainment. Subscribe to this youtube channel for all the latest Krept & Konan NOWW. Lyrics and Video below.

Yungen, Konan & Krept - The Motto Lyrics:

[Yungen]
I’m the fuckin man got the team about
Bear masks give you something to scream about
Her high jeans look good so I clean her out
Waking up with the same girl you dream about
Some one tell em don’t sleep on me
Need my own room she’s getting too sweet on me
Someone tell sunny Jim I got the heat on me
Gully dog for anybody tryna creep on me
Yeah court give em more energy
I be tryna pitch if I ever see an enemy
Whistle on the end boy I coulda been a referee
Put him on the spot I make that clown pay the penalty
Bloow red dot leg shot head top
Heard he fling stones catch him slipping make his bedrock
Talking all that talk boy you can meet the death drop
All your gonna see is flash bombs if I ever make the lead pop
Whoa that’s a bit too much COD turn off the computer back onto the job
Play dirty money first I thought you knew the squad
If your talking punch lines then your boxing with the Gods
Still up on the blocks tell the young ones make cheddar
Fuck the gang banging shit get your cake better
They say I gone soft you can hate bredda
Fuck being boxed missing Mayweather

[Konan]
They’re ain’t no comparing
N***** can’t stand it cause they’re all cheering
Phone me on O2 and wonder why I’m airing
Too busy getting head and I ain’t sharing
Chick chick staring I don’t need a girl
Repping for my home town tryna get a deal
Oh well probably think I failed cause nearly everybody over here’s been jail
Well Tro told me get dough
But I been getting paper before I met Tro
Hollered at Lewis mate them all let go
Now they go Sainsbury’s cause they don’t wanna test Ko’
From the get go I been the man yo
I be eating your grands call it Nandos
Cause I ain’t got Bentleys and Lambos
Tryna see notes so I took his P and O’s
I ain’t cash money but n***** better rate me
Cah Feds wanna bird man and girls want my baby
This ain’t Eastenders and I ain’t Stacey
But they Cat the swag cause my jeans look crazy
C used to be a pimp now he buns b
Probably why my dons got a phone full a junkies
Oh my God
Cally look at my my Uggs

[Krept]
Swag outta space what am I looking at you for
Got a lot a kicks cause I’m always Judo
Where the good girls where’d they all go
Ask Jason they’re all hoes
Where them G’s at look properly them G’s us don’t cross me
Don’t hype with your don please
Pull it out you’ll leg it together
Knock knees
Or kidnapped keep talking
Get taped in a box Walkman
My N***** lights sticks nothing the you candle
Might back shots if they have to jack Daniels
Jip days mind frame was rowdy
Arab n***** Suadi
Or role up with A4 beat shots then I’m Audi
That’s the old me now I progressed
It’s music we fucking sell
Phone sex
Birds wanna bread wanna know Krept
Like two minutes they want two OZs
Yeah she wanna screw so I’ma nail her
And if she wan Krep well I’ma trainer
She heard I got chips so I’ma Cain her
Had her tongue on Krept so I laced her

Konan & Krept - Otis Lyrics

Konan Krept done their own version to Jay Z and kanye West 'Otis' check it out. Follow krept & Konan on twitter lyrics below.

Konan & Krept - Otis Lyrics:

[Intro]

Konan & Krept
You’re sayin OTIS
You gotta go first bro
Why do I have to go first, like what’s that about.
Hold it like Jay-Z
Like Kanye (d^ckhead)
Shut you you got his lips bro
Your girl’s got Jay-Z’s lips, you prick
You got em first
Stop complaining, man
F^ck it though

[Verse]
We went away for a bit now everybody thinks they runn things
And now we’re back everybody stop frontin
She said she wanna get inside my boxers
Cause she like the way I punch it
She was on stuff you shoulda saw Krept’s face
I made this girl bus but you gotta have these skets trained
Cus all this Armani will make your ex change
When you flat you ain’t even gotta explain
Why? Cuz when you’re fly you ain’t even gotta explain

[Verse]
Money on my brain 24-7
I got 1 sick 8 like 24-7′s
Get a calculator out and go back to the last sentence
(What did just say)
Legend!
I’m what’s poppin’ along with red cherry
We the best, period,
None of you’s ready (REDDY)
Made his head curve when I hit him with the Torch
Cuz he thought was was Bold so he got buried (Berry’D)!

[Verse]
I tell her that she’s hot that’s how I break the ice
She’s dressed to kill, she wanna take my life
She spilt drink on my Nike Airs
I had to swith the Jordans like Katie Price
Got these girls going mad, what a crazy life
Babe, I got a free house, wanna stay the night?
She gave the eye then I fade the lights
I got the Jim-Jams out and the baby wipes.

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Yeah, I’m a sexpert
Ten gyal before they dive on me head first
Twin barrel tings, make your head jerk
I make two tiwns pop, Jedward!
I don’t give an F Word.
Roll on me in your BENZ?
You might get merked (Merc)
Broke niggas, no net worth
You need Lizze this, now your leg hurts

[Verse]
I break my fast with my eyes closed, call that a blind date
You’re gril’s been watchin, she’s a time waste
I hear rapper’s saying they’re the best, but I don’t give a monkeys
Cuz I ain’t even in my Prime Mate (Primate)
The way this girl was on me you’d think I was tryna diss her
Stella always wines cuz she knows I never like her (Liquor)
Kill, but you know I never mind her
Get girls whipped then I go and screw the driver

[Verse]
Got your girl whipped, feeling all horny
Fingers, I got two in, broadway
(TOOTING BROADWAY)
Top class brain but she failed College
Killed (Kilt) that p&ssy but I ain’t Scottish
Test out my suttem if you wanna try mock it
I’ve had enough of you punks so I gotta rock it
Silly nob spilt chillin on his top
But that’s the only time he’s had a hot spice on him

(F^ck you…. (laughing)