No reference by EllzBS Lyrics
[Intro (EllzBS)]
Yeah
[Verse 1 (EllzBS)]
And I love you separately
That's effortlessly, don't need no reference
Please this, job'll bang, no celibacy
For the things that I buy, can't get a receipt
How's the mandem jealous of me?
Just look how she jealous of you
You plus me, that's a terrible two
Only Michelin star that I'm taking you to
Matching kicks and seafood
Sneakers online, offline, KiKUU
I was tryna meet you, soon as I met you
Girl, don't break my heart like T2
Said that you don't like rappers
Good ting seh man a artiste
Any beef get cooked likе Arby's
Broski know how the buttons get pressеd
Like R2 when I when I click that R3
Man know me, I'm way too anti
Just like my African boy says 'auntie'
Still pull up when Paris have parties
Rooftop bars in West
Man hop into roofless cars, yo pardi...
How you get a stallion? When I get food withdrawn
Tell the sous-chef, please, no scallion
I done nuff road in East back then
And I still get love in Dagenham
...still gotta switch up the whips
'Cause the police keep on tagging 'em
Ellz Badside, big...
Stuck it on dem man, I was in Farringdon
With little bro, that's Amari
Harrison, Rastafari Vernon Carrington
[Verse 2 (Gabriel)]
I will out-bar you, I'll out-produce you
I'll out-guitar you, pick your poison
Didn't do road in South
But I did go sixth form college in Croydon
Pissed off a couple of people
Moved a bit mad, them moves weren't needed
But I won't say sorry
Cos I don't say sorry any more 'ness I actually mean it
And I don't hold back with the shameless plugs
Cos no-one's doing it for me
We own the label, we own the masters
Don't take orders from industry bastards
Didn't sign over my publishing
Back when I had that chance
Probably never look my way after hearing this
Do you think I give a rat's arse?
No-one can match my skillset
And I ain't finished honing my skills yet
No-one can match my workrate
Prolly make 4 more tunes by next Thursday
Mashing the keys since early
Stayed out of trouble
Didn't wade too far when the water got dirty
Dug myself out of my holes
When I wasn't feeling so certi, no-one can hurt me
Yeah
[Verse 1 (EllzBS)]
And I love you separately
That's effortlessly, don't need no reference
Please this, job'll bang, no celibacy
For the things that I buy, can't get a receipt
How's the mandem jealous of me?
Just look how she jealous of you
You plus me, that's a terrible two
Only Michelin star that I'm taking you to
Matching kicks and seafood
Sneakers online, offline, KiKUU
I was tryna meet you, soon as I met you
Girl, don't break my heart like T2
Said that you don't like rappers
Good ting seh man a artiste
Any beef get cooked likе Arby's
Broski know how the buttons get pressеd
Like R2 when I when I click that R3
Man know me, I'm way too anti
Just like my African boy says 'auntie'
Still pull up when Paris have parties
Rooftop bars in West
Man hop into roofless cars, yo pardi...
How you get a stallion? When I get food withdrawn
Tell the sous-chef, please, no scallion
I done nuff road in East back then
And I still get love in Dagenham
...still gotta switch up the whips
'Cause the police keep on tagging 'em
Ellz Badside, big...
Stuck it on dem man, I was in Farringdon
With little bro, that's Amari
Harrison, Rastafari Vernon Carrington
[Verse 2 (Gabriel)]
I will out-bar you, I'll out-produce you
I'll out-guitar you, pick your poison
Didn't do road in South
But I did go sixth form college in Croydon
Pissed off a couple of people
Moved a bit mad, them moves weren't needed
But I won't say sorry
Cos I don't say sorry any more 'ness I actually mean it
And I don't hold back with the shameless plugs
Cos no-one's doing it for me
We own the label, we own the masters
Don't take orders from industry bastards
Didn't sign over my publishing
Back when I had that chance
Probably never look my way after hearing this
Do you think I give a rat's arse?
No-one can match my skillset
And I ain't finished honing my skills yet
No-one can match my workrate
Prolly make 4 more tunes by next Thursday
Mashing the keys since early
Stayed out of trouble
Didn't wade too far when the water got dirty
Dug myself out of my holes
When I wasn't feeling so certi, no-one can hurt me