British

Sick Luke, Sick Luke

Hey-hey, woo-woo (bitch)
You're envying my wrist (Rolex)
Hey-hey, woo-woo
Too many bitches around (go away, go away)
Hey-hey, woo-woo
Can't decide anymore (I don't know)
Hey-hey, woo-woo
Too high up, don't know how to come down (hey, hey)

I bring the gang, you bring your friends (hey, hey)
Burberry trench, how British as hell (British)
We're on the ground as if it were Anfield
Triple seven, spending pounds, not euros
Hey hey, yo yo
She sees us and goes woah
We bring down walls like Pink Floyd
Flexing with the whole gang in the casino
Guess what comes out when I play the slot
Ice, ice, cool, cool (cool, cool)
Too English, should stay in Liverpool (Liverpool)
Rolls-Royce, no, not taking the bus
Aquatic diamonds, go, glug-glug
Can't you see I have a crown on my head
I look like the damn princess of England
Everything I say, she always says 'Yes'
You see us and say, 'How British as hell, bitch'
Prynce

Hey-hey, woo-woo
DPG for president (vote for us)
Hey-hey, woo-woo (hey, hey)
Triple seven everywhere (everywhere)
Hey-hey, woo-woo
I can solve the crisis (money)
Hey-hey, woo-woo (hey, hey)
How British as hell

(Hey bitch)
Hey hey, how British as hell (hey hey)
I have a bat but not playing cricket (bitch)
She says, 'Tony, you're crazy'
My chains are a UNESCO heritage (bling)
Yes, I am Queen Elizabeth
Full of jewels, looks like I've lost my mind
I tell her, 'Baby, you're so damn hot'
She says, 'Me first, then my friend'
Life is easy
Yellow gold on my wrist looks like mustard
If she leaves you for me, don't ask later
Hey, sexy Tony, sexy daddy
English cut, she likes my hair
Burberry jacket
How British as hell (hey, hey)
DPG, triple seven, we're the Beatles
Hey, I have everything in my trench
I'm on a Bentley, screw your Benz
Don Tony

Hey-hey, woo-woo
DPG for president (vote for us)
Hey-hey, woo-woo (hey, hey)
Triple seven everywhere (everywhere)
Hey-hey, woo-woo
I can solve the crisis (money)
Hey-hey, woo-woo (hey, hey)
How British as hell

Oh my God, always hanging with a hottie
I'm so British, I think I'm Dua Lipa, bitch
I'm Antonio Conte at Chelsea
Pounds in my tweed but didn't study at Cambridge
Blue blood like Prince Harry
How British I am, how trendy
Neck icy like a curling field
Baronets like the Beatles
Star like Ringo
With her, I'm sweet like a beagle puppy
We don't mess with anyone just like the United Kingdom
Wayne

Hey hey, woah-woah
We don't need friends
Hey hey, woah-woah
How British as hell