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[ Featuring Headie One ]

TK on the beat

I thank God for the plug
Saucin', drippin'
Me and bro on the M way doing mileage
We been missin', missin'
Nah, she ain't calling you, rude boy
It's me that she missin', missin'
Book a flight, now I'm missin'

When a man are runnin' to the P's
Yeah, my bruddas bring me trees
I'm never sober
I'm never sober
Really active on the streets
If my brudda pull up we gon' squeeze, yeah
'Til it's all over
'Til it's all over
Sauce, be drippin'
I 'member when they didn't wanna listen
I told her, "Bitch, don't be trippin'"
If I give bro the job then you're missin'

She know the gang can't fall out
Do loads, if it's me, wanna call out
With Chase or Ace if I walk out
It's only chicks or P's that we talk 'bout
Upside livin'
Rudest women
I came with the mandem
But I left with your missus
She ain't pickin' up the phone
My dog, I think she missin'
Missin'
My dog, I think she missin'

I thank God for the plug
Saucin', drippin'
Me and bro on the M way doing mileage
We been missin', missin'
Nah, she ain't calling you, rude boy
It's me that she missin', missin'
Book a flight, now I'm missin'
I thank God for the plug
Saucin', drippin'
Me and bro on the M way doing mileage
We been missin', missin'
Nah, she ain't calling you, rude boy
It's me that she missin', missin'
Book a flight, now I'm missin'

Shawty loud speaker in the T, I remember I was playing with the microwave
Now her pussy just drippin' when she sees the guys on stage
Just like the old days, I'll cause another tidal wave
Just know that could've been you when you see me put one on the licence plate
Bad B come to the Niz, shawty wanna do it like Diddy and Cassie
Only if she knew I was rolling down ballies, still with a skeng on my lap in the backseat
No sort code when we step in, moretime man doing it straight casheen
One level on a trackie, never look tacky, still fling a tenner on Andy
Walk in the room and there's skengs in the duffel, different selections
Locked in the cell and I look in the mirror, it's my reflection
And guess what I see, I see only me
Takin' those risks but for free, that just won't be me

I thank God for the plug
Saucin', drippin'
Me and bro on the M way doing mileage
We been missin', missin'
Nah, she ain't calling you, rude boy
It's me that she missin', missin'
Book a flight, now I'm missin'
I thank God for the plug
Saucin', drippin'
Me and bro on the M way doing mileage
We been missin', missin'
Nah, she ain't calling you, rude boy
It's me that she missin', missin'
Book a flight, now I'm missin'
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TK on the beat

I thank God for the plug
Saucin', drippin'
Me and bro on the M way doing mileage
We been missin', missin'
Nah, she ain't calling you, rude boy
It's me that she missin', missin'
Book a flight, now I'm missin'

When a man are runnin' to the P's
Yeah, my bruddas bring me trees
I'm never sober
I'm never sober
Really active on the streets
If my brudda pull up we gon' squeeze, yeah
'Til it's all over
'Til it's all over
Sauce, be drippin'
I 'member when they didn't wanna listen
I told her, "Bitch, don't be trippin'"
If I give bro the job then you're missin'

She know the gang can't fall out
Do loads, if it's me, wanna call out
With Chase or Ace if I walk out
It's only chicks or P's that we talk 'bout
Upside livin'
Rudest women
I came with the mandem
But I left with your missus
She ain't pickin' up the phone
My dog, I think she missin'
Missin'
My dog, I think she missin'

I thank God for the plug
Saucin', drippin'
Me and bro on the M way doing mileage
We been missin', missin'
Nah, she ain't calling you, rude boy
It's me that she missin', missin'
Book a flight, now I'm missin'
I thank God for the plug
Saucin', drippin'
Me and bro on the M way doing mileage
We been missin', missin'
Nah, she ain't calling you, rude boy
It's me that she missin', missin'
Book a flight, now I'm missin'

Shawty loud speaker in the T, I remember I was playing with the microwave
Now her pussy just drippin' when she sees the guys on stage
Just like the old days, I'll cause another tidal wave
Just know that could've been you when you see me put one on the licence plate
Bad B come to the Niz, shawty wanna do it like Diddy and Cassie
Only if she knew I was rolling down ballies, still with a skeng on my lap in the backseat
No sort code when we step in, moretime man doing it straight casheen
One level on a trackie, never look tacky, still fling a tenner on Andy
Walk in the room and there's skengs in the duffel, different selections
Locked in the cell and I look in the mirror, it's my reflection
And guess what I see, I see only me
Takin' those risks but for free, that just won't be me

I thank God for the plug
Saucin', drippin'
Me and bro on the M way doing mileage
We been missin', missin'
Nah, she ain't calling you, rude boy
It's me that she missin', missin'
Book a flight, now I'm missin'
I thank God for the plug
Saucin', drippin'
Me and bro on the M way doing mileage
We been missin', missin'
Nah, she ain't calling you, rude boy
It's me that she missin', missin'
Book a flight, now I'm missin'
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Writer: Irving Adjei, Remmi Maxwell, Theo Jombla, Timic Ndoloka, Titus Jombla
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management

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