WWE

(Yo) (Aight, aight) Wake up in the morning I'm yawning To the birds they been lerking and chirping And I'm working on my weekends So I don't get sleepins but I been In her dms No I won't buy her a Burkin I been searching for a different meaning of treason What's the reason you been leaning over me dreaming what are you plotting and scheming I like this one this ones skippier Wanna go out to Madrid then come right back like trippier Or go USA just like Didier Somewhere the girls are a little bit prettier And their tits are a little bit tittier Get a Mike Tyson edible One with the bit ear Take a seat how long can you sit hear (Aight, aight, aight, yo, yeah) I been up in my bag n not yours I been knocking and breaking them doors Open it up coz I'm freezing of course I'm driving the whip and I'm swerving off course I'm taking my shot like it's golf at the course I dropped out of colly for failing my course I'm skipping the starter and main coz I'm loving dessert Girl it's my favourite course Mike Tyson edible but it ain't boxing man It's WWE coz girl in my bed I'm off the top rope like rob van dam K3Y called me like yo go cop packs and come London cotch and jam Cook up some tunes no pots and pans Yo not bad plan we've got this man And my spliffs all cheesey wotsits man (heheh)