Song | Don't Sell Out |
Artist | Tinie Tempah |
Album | Demonstration |
[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 |