text: Parlez-Vous Anglais Lyrics
  Turn
  Turn, turn
  Told me turn, ayy
  Yo
  The plaques come platinum, my bezels stainless
  Whip goes fast and the crib’s outrageous 
  Just spent twenty-eight K on production
  Light up a stage and leave in a spaceship 
  Day-Date plain for the day
  GG on my waist, CC on my trainers 
  Pagans, they wanna play
  If I pipe her down, after that, were strangers 
  Old school like Ratatouille
  Now I just act a fool in Louis 
  Brown skin girl, caramel coulis
  Pockets fat, Andy Ruiz 
  Pop that Ace of Spades
  I drank from the bottle, now my outfit ruined 
  Ah, I bought a new one, could be Newham
  Fuck it, Ill bеat if the bitch is ratchet
  Long as her hands and feet arе matchin’
  Young Aitch dont dive in the pussy
  I take off my DSQs and backflip 
  Air 1s come white like my ashes
  But I wont smoke if it aint rolled backwards
  Long time, I aint seen the mandem
  Its just me, myself and the cameras 
  First-class when I stamp this yay
  I got it with wads, not Apple Pay 
  Route to the clearport, personalised Air Force 
  And they’re lookin’ all crack cocaine 
  If I get bored, the destinations St. Tropez 
  St. Tropez, me and shorty twinnin’ in Saint Laurent 
  Baguettes, dem fill up my wrist
  My watch aint French, its Swiss 
  Put in that work, we took the risk
  And now we cant risk this lick 
  Got ten bands cash in the bag
  Pink’s wrapped in fives and the reds in quids
  Chanel stores so big
  Just show me where the entrance is 
  Baguettes, dem fill up my wrist
  My watch aint French, its Swiss
  Put in that work, we took the risk
  And now we cant risk this lick 
  Got ten bands cash in the bag
  Pinks wrapped in fives and the reds in quids
  Chanel stores so big
  Just show me where the entrance is
  Yo, shorty said H
  Me and Aitch both lookin like H or Aitch? 
  Im rollin in my jeans in exclusive Js
  Im sportin my Audemars Piguet 
  Front row at the Louis show, you know how much I love Paris 
  Toutes ces belles filles 
  Parlez-vous anglais 
  AP when I wanna be a rapper
  Normal day, its the Prezi or Dweller
  I dont like her man so fuck Keisha
  These days, mans with Becky or Bella
  Me and bro pulled up in a Double R Ghost
  Ex guy still flex umbrellas 
  Bag in the back of the whip
  Bout twenty-six quid in nothin but tenners 
  D down fanny
  Gyal from London, gyal from Manny 
  Smoke biscotti or Skittles 
  Or any type of Cali
  Twenty-five bags in cashish
  She was a good girl, now she turned bad B 
  My plaque just went gold 
  I tell my label, I want it in rose 
  Tell the label, I aint puttin pen to paper for no less than two Ms 
  Grew up in Moston, then I got rich, now Im in some new ends
  All I know is money and success
  Wanna talk Ps? Thats fine, Im fluent 
  Stacks so big, the elastic snapped
  Now Im pissed cah the pictures ruined
  Baguettes, dem fill up my wrist
  My watch aint French, its Swiss
  Put in that work, we took the risk
  And now we cant risk this lick 
  Got ten bands cash in the bag
  Pinks wrapped in fives and the reds in quids
  Chanel stores so big
  Just show me where the entrance is 
  Baguettes, dem fill up my wrist
  My watch aint French, its Swiss
  Put in that work, we took the risk
  And now we cant risk this lick 
  Got ten bands cash in the bag
  Pinks wrapped in fives and the reds in quids
  Chanel stores so big
  Just show me where the entrance is 
  Turn, turn
  Turn, turn
  Turn, turn3Embed