"Let's Party Freestyle" lyrics
Wretch 32
Look
Combination
Listen, look
It's like, I keep writing, it's right I keep writing
And I shake when I'm writing my bars, my flow's frightening
That's only because I ain't been on tour
They think that they can only find this talent from abroad
But I ain't from where 50's from and I ain't gone where 50's gone
But that don't have to mean that I ain't focused like a Ford
I flow like I was born for it, I'll blow because I swore on it
I ain't come for a slice of the cake, I'm taking all of it
I've got the hunger of a pregnant woman that's obese
I don't want a slice of a slice, I want the whole piece of cake
Enough so my whole teeth can ache
My whole team can break, live extremely great
When we're around, we flow cold like when the winter fall
We'll get a break plus an interval
And for the rest, I'll hold sympathy, we're organised, we're like a symphony
That's why your girl wants to sing for me
She's like "Wretch", and I can see she ain't had a lesson
I sound mature, her voice is adolescent
And you can see that them clowns, they don't have the essence
Me, I'm getting my niggas behind me like the Panther sessions
You think small like you don't wanna grow
And you spit like you just don't wanna flow
I've already had bird's eye view of you fishes
I'm a shark, so why would I jump on your boat? Yeah
You wanna mind I don't jump in your boat
Or lick shots in your hood with the pump in my coat, yeah
I don't need to gloat, I've got flows and frozen wrists
And bars that don't consist of shit
I'm Wretch, yeah, spell my name if you ain't already
You ain't heavy already, you're never gonna be on telly
Park your arse before your whip gets written off
I ain't telling you none of this just to piss you off
I'm being truthful; I'm being honest, man
I can see right through your image, call you transparent
Don't think you've got sense and the fans haven't
Birds wanna be up on your arms in Trafalgar Square
When you spit, it don't go in our out my ear
I'm tryna spit over there 'til I'm out of here
And your album's as good as dead
And if I buss a shot in your neck, know that it's as good as head
That's headshots, 'cah we pack Glocks
Wretch 32, that's the freestyle finished
Done, done, yeah, Wretch 32
Combination Camp, that's my team, yeah
Ah, yeah, listen
Look
Combination
Listen, look
It's like, I keep writing, it's right I keep writing
And I shake when I'm writing my bars, my flow's frightening
That's only because I ain't been on tour
They think that they can only find this talent from abroad
But I ain't from where 50's from and I ain't gone where 50's gone
But that don't have to mean that I ain't focused like a Ford
I flow like I was born for it, I'll blow because I swore on it
I ain't come for a slice of the cake, I'm taking all of it
I've got the hunger of a pregnant woman that's obese
I don't want a slice of a slice, I want the whole piece of cake
Enough so my whole teeth can ache
My whole team can break, live extremely great
When we're around, we flow cold like when the winter fall
We'll get a break plus an interval
And for the rest, I'll hold sympathy, we're organised, we're like a symphony
That's why your girl wants to sing for me
She's like "Wretch", and I can see she ain't had a lesson
I sound mature, her voice is adolescent
And you can see that them clowns, they don't have the essence
Me, I'm getting my niggas behind me like the Panther sessions
You think small like you don't wanna grow
And you spit like you just don't wanna flow
I've already had bird's eye view of you fishes
I'm a shark, so why would I jump on your boat? Yeah
You wanna mind I don't jump in your boat
Or lick shots in your hood with the pump in my coat, yeah
I don't need to gloat, I've got flows and frozen wrists
And bars that don't consist of shit
I'm Wretch, yeah, spell my name if you ain't already
You ain't heavy already, you're never gonna be on telly
Park your arse before your whip gets written off
I ain't telling you none of this just to piss you off
I'm being truthful; I'm being honest, man
I can see right through your image, call you transparent
Don't think you've got sense and the fans haven't
Birds wanna be up on your arms in Trafalgar Square
When you spit, it don't go in our out my ear
I'm tryna spit over there 'til I'm out of here
And your album's as good as dead
And if I buss a shot in your neck, know that it's as good as head
That's headshots, 'cah we pack Glocks
Wretch 32, that's the freestyle finished
Done, done, yeah, Wretch 32
Combination Camp, that's my team, yeah
Ah, yeah, listen
