Amplify Dot - Semantics Ft Kano lyrics

rate me

Tell me go left, I'ma go right

Want me in the day, I'm reaching in the night

Tell me I'm wrong, bet you I'm right

Wear my jeans baggy and I keep the rest tight

See I don't listen, slightly hard headed

Dotty on a mission, honey I reck it

Stack your bricks up, I'ma kick them down

Ever since a kiddie on the merry go round

Honey, Dotty's in town,

I'm a road runner, Dotty rock the shorts when I know it ain't summer

Tell me calm down, I'ma amp up

Then I'ma tell your kids that there's no Santa

I'ma phone pranker, Seymour Butts

Me I jump off while the seasaw's up

Tell me I'm soft, I'ma go hard

Run up on your mother in her very own yard

..., fake tan glow, L'oreal ad, down to her toes.

Honey, scrap dat, where's my hood chicks, rah, where's my hood chicks, rah

And then they talk about swagger, dem gyal they're swagless

Baseball cap, back in ... like it don't matter

Who the hell's that? That's a hood chick, rah that's a hood chick, rah

You wanna go out, I'ma go in

Tell me be cool, I'm show boatin

Tell me cover up, I'm showing some skin

Now you wanna share but I run the whole thing

Tell me pipe down, I'ma get louder

Want me in a skirt, Dotty wear the trouser

Going to my head, tripping on the power

Acting like a boss yes honey I'm Bowser

You crumble like a tower

Murder in the first, trying to keep it clean, dotty playing in the dirt

Ordering your main, I'm finishing dessert

Never gonna change caught slipping in your purse

Now you tipping in a hearse

I'm on the next hype talking on the phone

While I'm run a red light

Watch me take flight

Switching up the time zone, wanna take turns

Honey it's my go

... fake tan glow,

L'oreal ad, down to her toes,

Honey, scrap that, where's my hood chicks, where's my hood chicks

And then they talk about swagger, dem gyal they're swagless

Lace ... back in ...

Who the hell's that? that's a hood chick, that's a hood chick,

She said she do it like a brother, do it like a dude

she don't do the dishes, she don't do the food

She got around what? I got around too

No bother with the Rosie coz she backs the grey goose

Airmax 90's, varsity white piece, short back and sides Like Cassie with the side piece my chick bad, my chick Hood

And I don't mean the chorus when I mean she right hooks.

Hustle all day, hustle all night

Said she likes reckin but she loves grime. Rolling out to gigs. Then she bangs Tempah

... she wears that...sexy in la senza colder than December, gone like November. She keeps a stack of papers like as if she puts the pen to.

and shops the city center, no escelelerator, she wears them new clothes

Something like the emperor

... fake tan glow,

L'oreal ad, down to her toes,

Honey, scrap that, where's my hood chicks, where's my hood chicks, where's my hood chicks

And then they talk about swagger, dem gyal they're swagless

Lace ... back in ...

...who the hell's that? that's a hood chick, that's a hood chick, that's a hood chick.

Thanks to Y.W for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Haz for correcting these lyrics