FAKE TAXI

Kaizo

Catchy upbeat energetic hardcore british grime, uk grime, uk drill, chill dnb, male grime smooth chill vocals

January 4, 2025 at 11:42 PMv4

Remaster of

FAKE TAXI

[Speech] 
Been busy tonight mate?

[Intro]
(Shloppy)
Ting so dappy
Eye contact, mental
(Yeah)

[Verse]
(Shloppy) Stiff ting in my trousers, that's my jank
Half of Warner tried to sign the little yute out the flats
We don't drink red wine if it ain't in the cup
Studio below the garden, I ain't seein' the swamps

[Chorus]
(Woah) Browser on the incog', we can't do it back home (Woah)
And you know head deeper than poetry in motion
We duff whippin' in the rain

[Post-Chorus]
Slow whinin', outside poundin' up the money
Got me grip up on this rudeboy summary (Yeah)

[Verse]
(Yo, what you know about the dirt?) Jet washed
My boy sell it, post that third class
Drunk as fuck, bare lies with the slurred tongue
Come and get between my thights
'Cause we've only just begun

[Chorus]
(Woah) Browser on the incog', we can't do it back home (Woah)
And you know head deeper than poetry in motion
We duff whippin' in the rain
[Post-Chorus]
Slow whinin', outside poundin' up the money
Got me grip up on this rudeboy summary (Yeah)

[Speech] Been busy tonight mate? [Intro] (Shloppy) Ting so dappy Eye contact, mental (Yeah) [Verse] (Shloppy) Stiff ting in my trousers, that's my jank Half of Warner tried to sign the little yute out the flats We don't drink red wine if it ain't in the cup Studio below the garden, I ain't seein' the swamps [Chorus] (Woah) Browser on the incog', we can't do it back home (Woah) And you know head deeper than poetry in motion We duff whippin' in the rain [Post-Chorus] Slow whinin', outside poundin' up the money Got me grip up on this rudeboy summary (Yeah) [Verse] (Yo, what you know about the dirt?) Jet washed My boy sell it, post that third class Drunk as fuck, bare lies with the slurred tongue Come and get between my thights 'Cause we've only just begun [Chorus] (Woah) Browser on the incog', we can't do it back home (Woah) And you know head deeper than poetry in motion We duff whippin' in the rain [Post-Chorus] Slow whinin', outside poundin' up the money Got me grip up on this rudeboy summary (Yeah)