Giggs – Debonair Lyrics

Giggs – Debonair Lyrics
Debonair
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    "Debonair." - Giggs

    Album: Now or Never
    Track No: 04
    Yeah
    Wild bredda, hating on a
    Real **** 'cause he sounds better
    Big jacket through the foul weather
    Yeah, Big Hollow and it's now or never
    Fuck it, rope for your necks
    Smoke for your, smoke for your chefs
    You're just visiting, toast to your guests
    I just gotta hope for the best
    Living, live a little
    Got the stripper in the house, she wanna strip a little
    Ain't seen that batty in a while and I miss the jiggle
    Mister Giggler, she call me Mister Giggles
    Mister Giggles, we broke up, no hype, I kept it civil
    Yeah, she thinks she's so smart
    Ask a question, expect a riddle
    Fuck it, I'm out for the gold
    Out with the new, stick with the old
    These bitches, they say they love you
    Onto the next one, they countlessly cold
    Mouth full of scold, 'cause they burnt you
    They're out for your soul
    On the naughty list, Christmas, a house full of coal
    Ain't taking bets, except they're betting
    If I tell them Kweff, I bet they get him
    Real **** respect the set-up
    Real **** respect the setting
    Yeah, straight another level
    One bit of weakness, then there's another devil
    Hollow's on his street shit but yet it's nothing special
    We used to bang it out, ain't leavin' nuttin settled
    They shouldn't question me, but they question
    Companies invest in me, they're investing
    **** want me feeling like
    This ain't my destiny but I'm destined
    Yeah, big bag of reddies, got that big, big bag already
    How you big and bad when I'm hollow and I'm big, bad and heavy
    Just let me breathe, my big heart upsets my sleeve
    (Yeah) So many dead rappers, please, just let me grieve
    My mind is deep, my heart is deeper
    So I party, I'm the party-keeper
    And my greezy sis used to park my heater
    But to my kids that's just aunty Keisha
    Sit down and think
    Light a zoobie up, get down a drink
    So many fake **** down the drain
    Washed up, straight down the sink
    Dirty, low-down and stink
    This my therapy, flow sounding shrink
    Getting money 'cause I was low down and skint
    Might swag my jumper, throw down in pink
    Running up the stairs, I'm already there
    Check me out, feel it in the air and I'm debonair
    And I'm never scared, and I've never cared
    Haha, yeah

    Writer(s): Giggs, Marcello Valenzano, Andre Christopher Lyon & Jeffrey Cross.

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