โหลดเพลง mp3 Holy Moly - Tinie Tempah

Holy Moly (我的天啊) ((Explicit)) - Tinie Tempah (泰尼.坦帕)
Nah come on T man

Not even chatting to these bruddas man
They're boys man baby boys

Still got Oysters and that
Not even oyster for petrols

Time's different on their wrists
Oh my god look at my Roley

Look at my squad like holy moly
Oh my god look at my Roley

Look at my squad
Yeah f**k it I'm a selfish prick
Stacking I go getting rich
Rocking YSL and shit
You in the ghetto getting nicked

Champagne glasses in the whip
Moses told me that it's lit
I've got makeup on my dick
Holy cow holy shit
Wore no collars when we met
Make up stories in their heads
When this morning made some eggs
For your bae in my bed
I have things but not success
I got steaks and overheads
Closed mouths don't get fed
Boy you tired go to bed
I'm alive and I'm a ledge
You're alive so why you dead
Imhotep in the flesh
Boujee bastard in the flesh
Niggas say it with their chest
I just say it then it's pressed
'Raris in the SLS
Parties in the SLS

Oh my god look at my Roley
Look at my squad like holy moly
Oh my god look at my Roley
Look at my squad
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm a f**king nervous wreck
God I hate these sycophants

Everything that's in my head
Sound like Kanye when he raps
I don't do this for my 'Gram
I don't do this for no bants
Why you tweeting me this shit
You ain't f**king relevant
Someone tell 'em that I'm woke
Someone tell 'em that he's broke
Someone tell 'em that
The boy done seen a mill at 24
In Australia for a show
You in Shoreditch doing coke
I got a mac by five guys
Anyone can get this smoke

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Kings all in my lineage
No trace no witness
Pray to god for forgiveness
Lambo all tinted
The kids all know the plate
Chicks go all the way
It's one phone call away

Oh my god look at my Roley
Look at my squad like holy moly

Oh my god look at my Roley

Look at my squad

I'm a boss

In a Porsche
It's very posh
Too much sauce
Too much sauce

And my house is like my exes
Too much sauce
My Lamborghini
It look like Jaws
That's not a Roley
It's Michael Kors

Too much sauce

You best run back to your older boy
I know young Gs is gon' facetime
If they wil' out like Soulja boy
Like rah