| Song | Don't Sell Out |
| Artist | Tinie Tempah |
| Album | Demonstration |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Intro] | |
| They sayin’ don’t sell out | |
| Don’t sell out, let’s get! | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| I’m bout it, you know it | |
| Disturbin London Poet | |
| Sparklers as in my Moet | |
| If you need the glass and I pour it | |
| Fa********on week front row it | |
| Chelsea and Soho it | |
| Better valet park my ... | |
| Then the Council come and tow it | |
| Rebel Vodka, JD and coke | |
| ******** turn up the radio | |
| Heartless verses pay as you go | |
| Mixed with a little KC' & Jo | |
| Now my sex is crazy yo' | |
| Three to one ratio | |
| Tryin to get ******** | |
| From girls as fresh as Daisy Lowe | |
| Them girls say Hi, Them girls say Hello | |
| I tell em stick their number in an envelope | |
| She take it off but leave on her stilettos | |
| You know you can find me round white girls like Othello | |
| We say to em | |
| [Hook x2] | |
| [?] | |
| Hold up when I’m famous, party like in Vegas | |
| Yeah that alcohol made us | |
| I tell em, tell em don’t sell out, tell em, tell em and don’t sell out | |
| Tell em, tell em and don’t sell out, tell em and don’t sell out | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Yeah! | |
| Tatatata Tiger Beer or Cobra | |
| Chase out my bilateral periodical hematoma | |
| Livin la vida loca, I be from Barcelona | |
| Life throws me lemons, now Celebrity Juice on my sofa | |
| Got girl in Oklahoma, and the LA girl that do yoga | |
| A girl in Amsterdam that's a stoner | |
| And a sexy female schauffer | |
| And a girl that makes a racket | |
| I call her Anna Kournakova | |
| In and out the tax bracket | |
| So much for my diploma | |
| Say what’s up? And say what's happeneing | |
| He’ll be in the club just racks on racks on racks in | |
| Was using words but no were using actions | |
| Been around the world, and ladies love me and my London accent | |
| We be sayin to em | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| Am I drunk? No, Am I lean? YES | |
| I do her raw, No, Am I clean, YES | |
| I do a tour, Fo sho | |
| Bring out to mean, Guest | |
| Roses Gabore, No | |
| Ester Dean, yes | |
| Am I mature? No | |
| Should I be, yes | |
| And my jeans still saggy like the queen | |
| And I wear a lot of gold around my V | |
| And I sell out all my shows just like they’re free | |
| We keep on saying to em | |
| [Hook] |
| Intro | |
| They sayin' don' t sell out | |
| Don' t sell out, let' s get! | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I' m bout it, you know it | |
| Disturbin London Poet | |
| Sparklers as in my Moet | |
| If you need the glass and I pour it | |
| Fa on week front row it | |
| Chelsea and Soho it | |
| Better valet park my ... | |
| Then the Council come and tow it | |
| Rebel Vodka, JD and coke | |
| turn up the radio | |
| Heartless verses pay as you go | |
| Mixed with a little KC' Jo | |
| Now my sex is crazy yo' | |
| Three to one ratio | |
| Tryin to get | |
| From girls as fresh as Daisy Lowe | |
| Them girls say Hi, Them girls say Hello | |
| I tell em stick their number in an envelope | |
| She take it off but leave on her stilettos | |
| You know you can find me round white girls like Othello | |
| We say to em | |
| Hook x2 | |
| ? | |
| Hold up when I' m famous, party like in Vegas | |
| Yeah that alcohol made us | |
| I tell em, tell em don' t sell out, tell em, tell em and don' t sell out | |
| Tell em, tell em and don' t sell out, tell em and don' t sell out | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Yeah! | |
| Tatatata Tiger Beer or Cobra | |
| Chase out my bilateral periodical hematoma | |
| Livin la vida loca, I be from Barcelona | |
| Life throws me lemons, now Celebrity Juice on my sofa | |
| Got girl in Oklahoma, and the LA girl that do yoga | |
| A girl in Amsterdam that' s a stoner | |
| And a sexy female schauffer | |
| And a girl that makes a racket | |
| I call her Anna Kournakova | |
| In and out the tax bracket | |
| So much for my diploma | |
| Say what' s up? And say what' s happeneing | |
| He' ll be in the club just racks on racks on racks in | |
| Was using words but no were using actions | |
| Been around the world, and ladies love me and my London accent | |
| We be sayin to em | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Am I drunk? No, Am I lean? YES | |
| I do her raw, No, Am I clean, YES | |
| I do a tour, Fo sho | |
| Bring out to mean, Guest | |
| Roses Gabore, No | |
| Ester Dean, yes | |
| Am I mature? No | |
| Should I be, yes | |
| And my jeans still saggy like the queen | |
| And I wear a lot of gold around my V | |
| And I sell out all my shows just like they' re free | |
| We keep on saying to em | |
| Hook |
| Intro | |
| They sayin' don' t sell out | |
| Don' t sell out, let' s get! | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I' m bout it, you know it | |
| Disturbin London Poet | |
| Sparklers as in my Moet | |
| If you need the glass and I pour it | |
| Fa on week front row it | |
| Chelsea and Soho it | |
| Better valet park my ... | |
| Then the Council come and tow it | |
| Rebel Vodka, JD and coke | |
| turn up the radio | |
| Heartless verses pay as you go | |
| Mixed with a little KC' Jo | |
| Now my sex is crazy yo' | |
| Three to one ratio | |
| Tryin to get | |
| From girls as fresh as Daisy Lowe | |
| Them girls say Hi, Them girls say Hello | |
| I tell em stick their number in an envelope | |
| She take it off but leave on her stilettos | |
| You know you can find me round white girls like Othello | |
| We say to em | |
| Hook x2 | |
| ? | |
| Hold up when I' m famous, party like in Vegas | |
| Yeah that alcohol made us | |
| I tell em, tell em don' t sell out, tell em, tell em and don' t sell out | |
| Tell em, tell em and don' t sell out, tell em and don' t sell out | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Yeah! | |
| Tatatata Tiger Beer or Cobra | |
| Chase out my bilateral periodical hematoma | |
| Livin la vida loca, I be from Barcelona | |
| Life throws me lemons, now Celebrity Juice on my sofa | |
| Got girl in Oklahoma, and the LA girl that do yoga | |
| A girl in Amsterdam that' s a stoner | |
| And a sexy female schauffer | |
| And a girl that makes a racket | |
| I call her Anna Kournakova | |
| In and out the tax bracket | |
| So much for my diploma | |
| Say what' s up? And say what' s happeneing | |
| He' ll be in the club just racks on racks on racks in | |
| Was using words but no were using actions | |
| Been around the world, and ladies love me and my London accent | |
| We be sayin to em | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Am I drunk? No, Am I lean? YES | |
| I do her raw, No, Am I clean, YES | |
| I do a tour, Fo sho | |
| Bring out to mean, Guest | |
| Roses Gabore, No | |
| Ester Dean, yes | |
| Am I mature? No | |
| Should I be, yes | |
| And my jeans still saggy like the queen | |
| And I wear a lot of gold around my V | |
| And I sell out all my shows just like they' re free | |
| We keep on saying to em | |
| Hook |