Lyrics
(Whoa)
(Got a link in Brum)
(If it weren't for the accent)
(Benji, Benji)
Got a link in Brum, met her at the Bullring
She'd be a ten if it weren't for the accent
If you're wondering what's the attraction
Babe, spin 'round and show 'em the mad ting
I'm a simple man, I'm a London boy
Drink Henny and mix with cola
Day off, course I'm not sober
Just called bro like, "What's the vibe? What's the agenda?"
Been high since like November
I like my tings nice and slender
Said that we met, I don't quite remember
I don't remember, what's the agenda?
Been high since like November
I like my tings nice and slender
Said that we met, I don't quite remember
I don't remember
I don't like my girl too slender
Need them cheeks that return to sender
Pull up with a bitch that's down to earth, wind, fire, like September
Shawty got ass, need suspenders
Hit a lil' back-stroke, now I'm a swimmer
Came for the wood and my bitch said, "Timber"
Left with a splinter (Ayy)
Got a link in Texas, she could be a ten if she just got tested (whoa)
I don't trust these hoes, up until then I'ma fuck my exes
But if I feel reckless, checking my DMs, fill my guest list
Wake up with a London ting, she my English breakfast
Got a link in Brum, met her at the Bullring
She'd be a ten if it weren't for the accent
If you're wondering what's the attraction
Babe, spin 'round and show 'em the mad ting
I'm a simple man, I'm a London boy
Drink Henny and mix with cola
Day off, course I'm not sober
Just called bro like, "What's the vibe? What's the agenda?"
I been high since like November
I like my tings nice and slender
Said that we met, I don't quite remember
I don't remember, what's the agenda?
Been high since like November
I like my tings nice and slender
Said that we met, I don't quite remember
I don't remember
I got a thing from a single mom
So I hit Gravy, now he's showing me all his selection
She said that I'd be a ten if I texted her back and I used some protection
Said, "Don't judge me", I've got a man, but I don't have any objection
From deep south, but Gravy said, "Careful with a girl from Texas"
Gotta move swiftly, girls from the south get a little bit shifty
I don't like fake hoes, I'ma just lay low, sit back, sip my whiskey
Sliding through the east coast, got a few freak hoes, NYC get frisky
I'ma guess you're lazy, you slide through the states, 'cause Gravy ran through all fifty
Got a link in Brum, met her at the Bullring
She'd be a ten if it weren't for the accent
If you're wondering what's the attraction
Babe, spin 'round and show 'em the mad ting
I'm a simple man, I'm an icy boy, I was born in Minnesota
I'm in London, no, I ain't sober
Hit my dawg like, "What's the vibe? What's the agenda?"
I been high since like November
I like my tings nice and slender
Said that we met, I don't quite remember
I don't remember, what's the agenda?
I've been turnt up through December
I don't like my girl too slender
Booty so mad that I lost my temper, lost my temper
(Benji)
(Got a link in Brum, met her at the Bullring)
(She'd be a ten if it weren't for the accent)
WRITERS
Ben Stancombe, Spencer Elmer, Reece Ming Tan
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Sentric Music, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
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