Scribz Riley, Headie One — Impress Me
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I got these golden ones in the VIP, all tryna impress me
And they don’t want me for me, if they can’t have me, then they’ll have my bredrin
And they don’t love me for me, they probably just love my necklace
If they can’t press me, then I go, Presley, Elvis
This bad B sendin’ me selfies, pretend it’s about red velvet
Course she—, course she didn’t forget to go get her self in
I was on Portland, Durham, Thameside, she ain’t know me when I was in Feltham
Still love when they buck me in person, from all of the gyaldem
She don’t want me for me, that’s why there’s makeup all over the foreign
She see me in D’n’G, oh, now we got suttin’ in common
She said that I’m puttin’ on weight, where were you when I was puttin’ on weight from porridge?
She probably wouldn’t eat with me if it wasn’t steak and lobster
She see me in expensive Jeeps (Jeeps), wanna hop in
Would you have walked with me when I had to walk to college
She wanna talk about the weekend, not ’bout my problems
All I talk is drugs, guns, commas (Commas)
You’re a good girl, why you wanna be around with the drillers, shottas?
You don’t wanna be at the shootouts but when we’re out in the summer, topless
And she don’t want me for me, she ain’t got options
This nigga next to me got bread and a whole lotta watches
I got these golden ones in the VIP, all tryna impress me
And they don’t want me for me, if they can’t have me, then they’ll have my bredrin
And they don’t love me for me, they probably just love my necklace
If they can’t press me, then I go, Presley, Elvis
This bad B sendin’ me selfies, pretend it’s about red velvet
Course she—, course she didn’t forget to go get her self in
I was on Portland, Durham, Thameside, she ain’t know me when I was in Feltham
Still love when they buck me in person, from all of the gyaldem
She don’t want me for me, I clocked her and now she wanna beef with me
She don’t wanna be seen with me if it ain’t in the passy of the GLE
She don’t want matching feelings, she wanna match double G’s with me
She wanna go swing P’s, but wouldn’t touch the ends, do a re with me
She wanna do it officially with me, but if I weren’t lit, she’ll leave
She wanna press me, pressed on a Championship team
She don’t want me for me, she just want the wads in my Diesel jeans
That’s the only thing she sees in me, she don’t want me for me
I got these golden ones in the VIP, all tryna impress me
And she don’t want me for me, then she probably had Headie, already
Bust down my neck, yeah
Now she thinks I’m sexy, wanna do Nelly and Kelly
But that’s a dilemma, ahh
Oh, nah, nah-nah-nah
Girl, you gotta do better, uh-uh, there’s no pressure (No pressure)
I got these golden ones in the VIP, all tryna impress me
And they don’t want me for me, if they can’t have me, then they’ll have my bredrin
And they don’t love me for me, they probably just love my necklace
If they can’t press me, then I go, Presley, Elvis
This bad B sendin’ me selfies, pretend it’s about red velvet
Course she—, course she didn’t forget to go get her self in
I was on Portland, Durham, Thameside, she ain’t know me when I was in Feltham
Still love when they buck me in person, from all of the gyaldem
