chorus
Wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man
Fuck that, I ain't a chippendale
Wanna strip a male, put me in a prison cell
Got me biting all my fingernails
verse
Sitting in my hotel, listening to beats
My bredrin said that he's in the rave, told me that I should reach
So I jumped in the shower, got ready quick
Pulled up in a taxi, text my bredrin, tell him I'm on the strip
I stepped in, went to the bar, made my order
I got my drink, I posted up in the darkest corner
This guy frantically jumping around and spilled my drink twice
But I really ain't tryna fight, really ain't tryna see no jail tonight
chorus
Wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man
Fuck that, I ain't a chippendale
Wanna strip a male, put me in a prison cell
Got me biting all my fingernails
chorus
Wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man
Fuck that, I ain't a chippendale
Wanna strip a male, put me in a prison cell
Got me biting all my fingernails
verse
What the fuck? This pussyhole must've been off his nut
In the cut, jumping around like a little slut
I pulled him up, "Yo, you spilt my Hennessy out my cup"
And still tryna run it up, it's like this guy really wants to scuff
Flexing like he had something on the waist
Pull Shorty out the way, blaow, punch him in the face (yeah)
Made him Shmoney dance, I made him rock away (yeah)
We ran out of the dance, we could've got away (yeah)
verse
But we came back, should've gone home and hit the sack (yeah)
But he never hit me back, I was like "That's a wrap", fuck that
Shorty found some gritty tings to keep us company (hi)
Then the feds run up on me and put the cuffs on me
What you know about four man in a cell? Couldn't sleep
Spending pennies in the pissing well
You should see my cellmate, he's in shit as well
Sitting here, just waiting to hear keys in the door
I'm tryna buss this case even if I gotta get on my knees in the court
bridge
Fucking hell, bredda, man
Man, dickhead ting, fighting ting, fam
Fucking hell, what? Strip-searched and?
Strip-searched, they made me liff up
chorus
Wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man
Fuck that, I ain't a chippendale
Wanna strip a male, put me in a prison cell
Got me biting all my fingernails
chorus
Wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man
Fuck that, I ain't a chippendale
Wanna strip a male, put me in a prison cell
Got me biting all my fingernails
outro
So what, what happened, then?
So what's the settings now, bruv?
Well, man, I was just grovelling to the magistrates, man
Literally just begging for my life, bruv
verse
A'ite, a-, you really gonna do that right now?
A'ite, I'ma fucking pull out the Bazooka
You're gonna wish you never fucking did that
Eediot man, shut ya mout man
outro
You are a fu–, yo, I'ma (pussy? Bruv you're chat) I swear, right now
You're chatting shit over a fucking game bro, calm down
Oh yeah, where'd you learn that one, your fucking mother?
No your bludclart baby-mudda
London, know 'bout us, bro
verse
Bro, share your location, share your location
I'll come to your yard, man
Big man ting, I'll come to your yard
You're gonna come into my house?
And actually think you're gonna do that?
Get the fuck outta here, bro
verse
I'm right here, motherfucker
Aite, aite, aite, say nuttin
Bruv, you're little gamer man, get me, I really do this bro
Writer(s): Kwadwo Quentin Kankam, Alexander Isaac James Blake, Joseph Junior Adenuga