I Dont Pretend by Hurricane Hunt Lyrics
I do motorways, I don't do road
I've got a double sim so eff two phones
I'm on Old Street getting turnt up
Cause my ex died on a new road
I do motorways, I don't do road
I've got a double sim so eff two phones
I'm on Old Street getting turnt up
Cause my ex died on a new road
I'm in ends like that, man know me
Even if we ain't friends like that
Cuh they know my ting
I ain't tryna be out here, I don't pretend like that
I don't pretend like them, I don't pretend I trap
Hmm, nah
If man send for the team, I get defensive
Man, I might send right back
Man know say it don't end like that
Can't borrow my [?], can't lend my strap
Got a red passport, can't send that back
Audio Grub 10/10 like that
I don't pretend, I don't pretend
To be friends with men that rap, nah
My lifestyle's public, but my number's private
So you can't call man back
Hello, yeah, who's this?
Don't call my phone if it ain't 'bout money or music
Brudda, I do this
Bedingfield in the trap, man, I'm tryna get thru this
Hurricane, no Ps and Qs ting
Mandem might squeeze and use tings
I ain't tryna lose it, all I've gotta do is concentrate
I ain't coming diluted
That means that man ain't in a mix-up
Get slapped in the back of your head like fix up
Line went dead, now it's picked up
Fish bowling, I don't need tints, blud
That means that man ain't in a mix-up
Get slapped in the back of your head like fix up
Line went dead, now it's picked up
Fish bowling, I don't need tints, blud
Fish bowling on Fridays
Caught man slipping on a Saturday
I ain't got time for beef but I'll make some
You know a nigga got racks to make
I'm tryna stack the cake and I can rap for days
But it's the trap that pays so I'm in the bands
You can't relate, you ain't in there, fam
Tryna make a drink like I'm in the can
God damn
They told me they love me, I know that they hate me
Topic of discussion, I'm in your debates
Got bars like it's worth I just put it on tape
Fuck with me now cause she know that I'm great
Fuck with me now
I've got a double sim so eff two phones
I'm on Old Street getting turnt up
Cause my ex died on a new road
I do motorways, I don't do road
I've got a double sim so eff two phones
I'm on Old Street getting turnt up
Cause my ex died on a new road
I'm in ends like that, man know me
Even if we ain't friends like that
Cuh they know my ting
I ain't tryna be out here, I don't pretend like that
I don't pretend like them, I don't pretend I trap
Hmm, nah
If man send for the team, I get defensive
Man, I might send right back
Man know say it don't end like that
Can't borrow my [?], can't lend my strap
Got a red passport, can't send that back
Audio Grub 10/10 like that
I don't pretend, I don't pretend
To be friends with men that rap, nah
My lifestyle's public, but my number's private
So you can't call man back
Hello, yeah, who's this?
Don't call my phone if it ain't 'bout money or music
Brudda, I do this
Bedingfield in the trap, man, I'm tryna get thru this
Hurricane, no Ps and Qs ting
Mandem might squeeze and use tings
I ain't tryna lose it, all I've gotta do is concentrate
I ain't coming diluted
That means that man ain't in a mix-up
Get slapped in the back of your head like fix up
Line went dead, now it's picked up
Fish bowling, I don't need tints, blud
That means that man ain't in a mix-up
Get slapped in the back of your head like fix up
Line went dead, now it's picked up
Fish bowling, I don't need tints, blud
Fish bowling on Fridays
Caught man slipping on a Saturday
I ain't got time for beef but I'll make some
You know a nigga got racks to make
I'm tryna stack the cake and I can rap for days
But it's the trap that pays so I'm in the bands
You can't relate, you ain't in there, fam
Tryna make a drink like I'm in the can
God damn
They told me they love me, I know that they hate me
Topic of discussion, I'm in your debates
Got bars like it's worth I just put it on tape
Fuck with me now cause she know that I'm great
Fuck with me now