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 - Rack City Lyrics, Video

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Yungen - Rack City Lyrics:

Play Dirty bitch

5 bills boy check the Louis catalogue
I had to throw that one in cause I don’t brag a lot
I’m tryna get this chick Anna to my pad
If I get this chick Anna in my pad I’m giving analogue
Still on my word play antics
Kill whatever I cover they can’t blank it
They say covers don’t work that’s a fucking lie
Your own tune I’ll lick it down I got a cover drive
Yeah
Fake friends can go to hell cuz
They see me doing well they rather see me sell drugs
I want world love them n**** getting jail love
And I ain’t got racks but my girl does
Don’t talk when they see me but they tweet me
Indirect and it’s shit it’s all neeky
Get the twins in for face for being cheeky
We touch a button if a n***** moves sneaky
Sneakbo in the set we on the wave
Bait as fuck so I don’t really rave
I got a mate that don’t care about a grave
He’s good with the snipes but he’s sick with a blade
I do me man I say what I feel
I ain’t involved if it ain’t paying the bills
They mistake the doing the right thing for keeping it real
Put your men in black boy have em preaching your will
Only compete with the man in my reflection
You see the man in the mirror is my protection
Fuck your selection
I’ll kill your collection
Gotta pass me underground and you ain’t getting no reception
They always ask me why I’m moving my hands
I’m hear em talking that loose shit
Apologies if that’s hands a bit fidgety
That’s the hand I used to shoot with
From the streets boy I still gully creep
We all know you sweet stop running up your beak
04 I lost my V to a chick named Paris
Now everything in frenchies gets beat

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