Professor X – English Lyrics

• By: Dave

Lyrics & Translation

[English]

Tweakin', tweakin', 120 on the M-way, speedin'

LV hat, backpack, and sneakers

Any girl that I'm with is a ten, nine, eight, bredren, decent

Now I'm in a party with the sweetest, chocolate brownin', Reese's Pieces

I'm tweakin', tweakin', 120 on the M-way, speedin'

LV hat, backpack, and sneakers

Any girl that I'm with is a ten, nine, eight, bredren, decent

Now I'm in a party with the sweetest, chocolate brownin', Reese's Pieces

My brudda got a new wristwatch but don't watch that 'cause you could get

You could get nauseous, could get seasick

I mean, all of my ex girls hate me, but how you gonna have my baby?

Baby, don't you know I'm livin' that baby boy lifestyle? Everyting crazy

If you don't chat to your guy, your G'll see, I ain't talkin' Mercedes, nah

Let's talk 'bout drama

I got a peng brownin' in my zone, and I'm in the zone too like Karma

Man pull up, hop out, pull over, if it's palava, cool, say nada

Now I'm in a party with Tara, and that girl got body like armour

Football in Balenciagas, or I kick ball in my all-black Pradas

No actin', never went RADA, I'm a top boy like Sully but darker

Hahaha, what's the drama?

Peng tings still get aired, left on read then blue like Barça

If it ain't about face, don't dial me, if it ain't about face, won't answer

I got a brownin' livin' in Sydenham

Professor X 'cause true say the back ain't there but the brain is brilliant

And my new ting came with kids and that's okay 'cause I am still dickin' it

Little man wanna jump on FIFA, so I'm close to the sun like Icarus

Whitewash man then I'm back in the room with his marge, tryna whitewash that for the thrill of it

No bareback, man gotta jimmy it

Backside jigglin', shakin', ripplin', and her neck just ticklin'

Tryna hide my face 'cah I can't stop giggling

Them man all hickory dickory, watch glistening but the Rollie tickin'

It's, it's, it's such a shame

Tweakin', tweakin', 120 on the M-way, speedin'

LV hat, backpack, and sneakers

Any girl that I'm with is a-

Man around that were snitches

They're not around no more

They're not around no more

And who do you think that's because of?

Was it us that got a man movin'? Ah, don't be stupid

No bumper, wah di bumba? New number, hit her back like, "Who's this?"

Cucumber in her belly like a broomstick, huh, R8 or the Lamborghini?

Them man there don't plan to see me 'cah my niggas on greaze like Santorini

I got a brownskin girl from Bush that will take that charge on the chest if I say so

Both hands on her wig while I hit from the back, got me pullin' on her tracks and cane rows

Two man in a Superdry jacket and new Astra, man, it's lookin' like plain clothes

We ain't never had halos, just Henny and Jenny from the block, no J-Lo

This year here's gonna be a mad one

I need a good girl, I need a bad one

I need a brand new vest and a handgun

Them man need that more than a man does

Them man need cash more than a man does

Them man been crashed more than a man, look

You don't wanna end up in my bad books

It's not a good look givin' man a bad look

Tweakin', tweakin', 120 on the M-way, speedin'

LV hat, backpack, and sneakers

Any girl that I'm with is a ten, nine, eight, bredren, decent

Now I'm in a party with the sweetest, chocolate brownin', Reese's Pieces

Ayy, what 'bout you anyway? What 'bout your love life?

It's a good question, man

Wouldn't mind havin' a bit of fun if I'm bein' honest

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