Somebody fill in the gaps,
somebody fill in the dots
I feel like Cruella de Vil the way
I be stealing the spot
When all the shutters is down,
bitch we be still in the shop
I shop for clothes when it's closed,
that's why I feel like the boss
In my vintage eBay watch,
that's why I feel like the Hoff
Weren't gonna wait for no
institute not to gimme a job
These critics giving me bollocks, that's
why I give 'em my crotch
These paps are getting too nosey,
that's why I give 'em my snot
'Cause I just tripled my cost of living: steak,
salmon, lobster, chicken
That's made in my Boffi kitchen
by Rosa Dacosta women
Come from disturbing London,
the city of foster children
Grateful what God has given
save us from constant sin
In the city of God,
I'm from the city of God
Bitch, I've been up in the shard,
I really been at the top
Separate the man from the man dem,
find out who's real and who's not
Can't take the heat? Then get out
the kitchen and gimme the pot
You know what?
sit on the settee
eating a tin of spaghetti
Now women think that I'm sexy
because I been on the telly
Car like double- oh- seven,
them alloys spin in Pirellis
I'm with a gold digging heffa, I
call her Miss Moneypenny
Well is it real? Is it fake?
Somebody gimme a break
I grew up on minimum wage and
I grew up in an estate
These rappers calling me bruv and
they can't even relate
Are they even ready and willing do
anything that it takes?
I saw my teacher from college,
she says she thinks that I'm great
I'm gonna give her the D 'cause
she never gimme an A
She's tryna get in my jeans,
I'm tryna kick off my Js
Take off my D&Gs and give her my DNA,
'cause
All these bitches be loving me,
sipping my bubbly
Watching Hangover hungover, be
the quickest recovery
Couple bad grades,
I did shit in my study leave
And now she wants my name and
a kiss on them double D's
And I love it