Songtext Parlez-vous anglais Headie One

Parlez-vous anglais

Turn
Turn, turn
Told me turn, ayy
Yo

The plaques come platinum, my bezel's stainless
Whip goes fast and the crib’s outrageous (Skrrt)
Just spent twenty-eight K on production
Light up a stage and leave in a spaceship (Haha)
Day-Date plane for the day
GG on my waist, CC on my trainers (Ah)
Pagans, they wanna play
If I pipe her down, after that, we're strangers (One)

Old school like Ratatouille
Now I just act a fool in Louis (Turn, turn)
Brown skin girl, caramel coulis
Pockets fat, Andy Ruiz (Told me turn, ayy)
Pop that Ace of Spades
I drank from the bottle, now my outfit ruined (S-S-Suh, suh)
Ah, I bought a new one, could be N?wham

Fuck it, I'll beat if the bitch is ratchet
Long as h?r hands and feet are matchin’
Young Aitch don't dive in the pussy
I take off my DSQ's and backflip
Air 1's come white like my ashes
But I won't smoke if it ain't rolled backwards
Long time, I ain't seen the mandem
It's just me, myself and the cameras (One)

First-class when I stamp this yay
I got it with wads, not ApplePay (Suh, suh)
Route to the clearport, personalised Air Force (Suh, suh)
And they’re lookin’ all crack cocaine (S-S-S-Suh)
If I get bored, the destination's St. Tropez (Turn, turn)
St. Tropez, me and shorty twinnin’ in Saint Laurent (Yo)

Baguettes, dem fill up my wrist
My watch ain't French, it's Swiss (One)
Put in that work, we took the risk
And now we can't risk this lick (S-S-Suh, suh, suh, suh)
Got ten bands cash in the bag
Pink’s wrapped in fives and the red's in quids
Chanel store's so big
Just show me where the entrance is (One)
Baguettes, dem fill up my wrist
My watch ain't French, it's Swiss
Put in that work, we took the risk
And now we can't risk this lick (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Got ten bands cash in the bag
Pink's wrapped in fives and the red's in quids
Chanel store's so big
Just show me where the entrance is

Yo, shorty said "H"
Me and Aitch both lookin' like H or Aitch? (Who? Uh)
I'm rollin' in my jeans in exclusive J's
I'm sportin' my Audemars Piguet (One)
Front row at the Louis show, you know how much I love Paris (Paris)
Touché, ballet, filet (Yeah)
Parlez-vous anglais? (Chale)

AP when I wanna be a rapper
Normal day, it's the Prezi or Dweller
I don't like her man so fuck Keisha
These days, man's with Becky or Bella
Me and bro pulled up in a Double R Ghost
Ex guy still flex umbrellas (Skrrt)
Bag in the back of the whip
'Bout twenty-six quid in nothin' but tenners (Suh)

D down fanny
Gyal from London, gyal from Manny (Told me turn, ayy)
Smoke biscotti or Skittles (Turn, turn)
Or any type of Cali
Twenty-five bags in cashish
She was a good girl, now she turned bad B (My name)
My plaque just went gold (Suh)
I tell my label, "I want it in rose" (Yeah, uh)

Tell the label, "I ain't puttin' pen to paper for no less than two M's" (No way)
Grew up in Moston, then I got rich, now I'm in some new ends
All I know is money and success
Wanna talk P's? That's fine, I'm fluent (Mm-mm)
Stacks so big, the elastic snapped
Now I'm pissed cah the picture's ruined

Baguettes, dem fill up my wrist
My watch ain't French, it's Swiss
Put in that work, we took the risk
And now we can't risk this lick (This lick)
Got ten bands cash in the bag
Pink's wrapped in fives and the red's in quids
Chanel store's so big
Just show me where the entrance is (One)
Baguettes, dem fill up my wrist
My watch ain't French, it's Swiss
Put in that work, we took the risk
And now we can't risk this lick (S-S-Suh, suh, suh, suh)
Got ten bands cash in the bag
Pink's wrapped in fives and the red's in quids
Chanel store's so big
Just show me where the entrance is (Turn, turn)

Turn, turn
Turn, turn
Turn, turn