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Skepta, Chip & Young Adz – St Tropez lyrics
[Hook: M.I.A.]
B-B-Bonafide hustler making my name
B-B-Bonafide hustler making my name
Everyone’s a winner, we’re making our fame
H-H-H-Hustler making my name
Hustler hustler making my name
B-Bonafide hustler making my name
Everyone’s a winner, we’re making our fame
Hustler hustler making my name

[Verse 1: Chip]
Yo, je m'appelle Jahmaal, these women love my français
Body language, women here no speak no inglés
Size zero model, something she ain’t eaten all day
I got something she can yam on if she want an entrée
I still love my hood bitch, I’ll never change
Broke pussy, rich pussy, all feel the same
New pussy good, home pussy feel safe
Got me bussing my nut, home and away
I’m with SK, it’s LFW like what’s the vibe?
Love magazine party, hold a corner with the guys
After party only had the cali, killed the vibe
Women needing cocaine, got them waiting in a line

[Hook: M.I.A.]
B-B-Bonafide hustler making my name
B-Bonafide hustler making my name, name
Everyone’s a winner, we’re making our fame
B-Bonafide hustler making my name

[Verse 2: Skepta]
Push to start, never needed a car key
Getting followed by the paparazzi
Camouflage, yeah, I’m in brown and khaki
With my hood ting in all-white like a Nazi
Could be Jacquemus, could be Azzedine Alaïa
Told me she don’t do after parties, she’s a liar
Tequila on the rocks, it’s fucking 7 o clock
Ayo got the gas, he’s tryna feed the fire
Sex in the kitchen, sex on the balcony
No condoms so we’re hitting up the pharmacy
Made a pit stop, that’s Bond Street, then Canarby
Looked down, saw the red stripes, said she Prada me

[Hook: M.I.A.]
Bonafide hustler making my name
B-Bonafide hustler making my name
Everyone’s a winner, we’re making our fame
B-Bonafide hustler making my name

[Verse 3: Young Adz]
Yeah, with a bad white girl, she from Australia
Police searching, drug paraphernalia
Moving like a snail, my little nigga nail ya
I’mma sell cocaine to all your neighbours
6 months on the bus, my body is numb
My YG jugga happy catch something for none
Bad B from Liverpool
She rate the cocaine, I got different food
Do you like the Porsche, do you like the Porsche
Real murderers, we got no remorse
Yeah, can I eat that pussy in St Tropez?
She in fashion week, I’m in the bando, babe

[Hook: M.I.A]
B-B-Bonafide hustler making my name
B-B-Bonafide hustler making my name
Everyone’s a winner, we’re making our fame
H-H-H-Hustler making my name
Hustler hustler making my name
Bonafide hustler making my name
Everyone’s a winner, we’re making our fame
Hustler hustler making my name
B-B-Bonafide hustler making my name
B-B-Bonafide hustler making my name
Everyone’s a winner, we’re making our fame
H-H-H-Hustler making my name
Bonafide hustler making my name
Bonafide hustler making my name
Everyone’s a winner, we’re making our fame
Bonafide hustler making my name
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