Lyrics:
Hackney Girl
Did you go to art school?
Ooh, Hackney Girl
Did your parents pay for that Fiat 500 too?
Hackney Girl
How can I get to you?
You know I'm
fiocchi si Zio famo i traslochi ah
Muovo un botto di roba
Da Chaplin ad Hackney
Nello zaino c'ho cosa?
Da Chaplin ad Hackney
Metto buste nei pacchi
Da
back
Hackney Hackney Hackney cab
West Eurasian Summer taught me
From Malta up to Orkney
You'll always see
Matadors around the maypole
And Pearly Kings
Hackney, Grimy kids,
3 star dinners, on the high road strip,
Brakeless BMX gyro whips,
All for my, do or die, Hackney clique
Should find my ass
Bedsit in Hackney,
Snow deep outside
Windows that don’t close
And a single bar fire
That’s how she left him
Cold, and alone
In a bedsit in Hackney
the backseat
Now y'all really try at me ?
Bro got the drop
I asked if he's sure ?
It's 4AM right in Hackney
Verse :
Got the mask on
All night
You can tell you
Okay okay
Yo
Step into the dance like a bad B
Ginger bread man couldn't catch me
Coming from the east side not hackney
Up in every spot like acne
reach a Hackney
Gal a bawl out fi mi
Mi reach a Miami, gal a bawl out fi mi
Mi reach a Jersey, gal a cry over mi
Cah, natty gone pon palavin' spree
Cah,
competing we really do this
Deluded
Hackney on the map (Ah yeah)
It's Undisputed
Stupid
How we gonna concentrate when the scene diluted
Lucid
They dream that
the concrete forest
Harlem, Manhattan, Beijing, Brooklyn
Hackney, Brixton, Bronx
London, New-York, Paris
Big up all the concrete forest
Harlem, Manhattan,
loads[00:26.60]From Hackney to Bow[00:27.39]Now I'm back in the south and I made my own flow[00:29.86]Yeah, I switch my routine[00:31.17]Make her my queen, she don't
the rumors are true
You know I love a London boy
Boy, I fancy you
So please show me Hackney
Doesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond Street
Just wanna be
had my deal
(Got a mate in Hackney that'll ride for me
And he won't even ask for a bill)
Fam I got a sexy ting that lives
On an estate in Brixton Hill
to hackney with a memory so fragile
From last night, to survive you drink
Society said don't you swear, at least not before 9 pm
On the train waiting for
Lemme tell you about this love story
It all began in east
Met this northern Irish ting down in Hackney she was a feast
I was definitely playing for
This the nigga who splits, splits from Hackney bits
Making the hits, yeah
This the nigga who splits, splits from Hackney bits
Making the hits,
and raised inna (Hackney)
Take flights as if I stay (overseas)
Still about when I (wanna be)
Can't ask Not3s, "Yo bro, (Where you been)"
Firstly, you called me
don't know
If I let you stay, no photo
Hackney boy but they know me for zongo
Big weapon make 'em dance like poco
See I knew I was a star when
dal bando Bagnoli
Ora faccio hustle in Hackney London, the city
E9 no Compton
Real shit James Bonton
Real shit James Bonton
Pybo elegante completo di
Wrap It Up, darling, Wrap It Up, Peng thing
Un hotel de lujo, no veo fé, reclusos
Old street, Bethnal Green, Whitechapel, Hackney
Brick lane, Mare
We'll be back home, at 2am
Stuck in London, before day's end
Euston's trains, and Hackney's lights
A tapestry of unfinished nights
Weaving wheels,
雑な生き方を通る
But I would never post up in the mall
Good girl, bad B
I need both attract me
Hood girl, classy
in 大田, in Hackney
(But I)
On you baby I'm on you
see you by the estuary shore
A faint ghost of what was there before
Tyburn, Brent, Counter's Creek
Hackney Brook, and your Fleet
Tyburn, Brent,
You dragged the lights and dipped them in grease
Beeflog from Hackney's flew to Kentucky
Backroad smuggler in a balaclava's cruising
Hosing down your
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