Headie One feat. Aitch – Parlez-Vous Anglais Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics Parlez-Vous Anglais – Headie One feat. Aitch

The plaques come platinum, my bezel’s 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 plane for the day
GG on my waist, CC on my trainers
Pagans, they wanna play
If I pipe her down, after that, we’re strangers

Old school like Ratatouille
Now I just act a fool in Louis
Brown skin girl, caramel coulee
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

F**k it, I’ll beat if the b**ch is ratchet
Long as her hands and feet are matching
Young Aitch don’t dive in the p**sy
I take off my DSQ’s and backflip
Air 1’s come white like my ashes
But I won’t smoke if it ain’t rolled backwards
Long time, I ain’t seen the mandem
It’s just me, myself and the cameras

First class when I stamp this yay
I got it with wads, not ApplePay
Route to the clearport, personalised Air Force
And they’re looking all crack c0caine
If I get bored, the destination’s St. Tropez
St. Tropez, me and shorty twinning in Saint Laurent

Baguettes, dem fill up my wrist
My watch ain’t French, it’s Swiss
Put in that work, we took the risk
And now we can’t risk this lick
Got ten bands cash in the bag
Pink’s wrapped in fives and the red’s in quids
Chanel store’s so big
Just show me where the entrance is..②

Yo, shorty said H
Me and Aitch both lookin’ like H or Aitch
I’m rollin’ in my jeans in exclusive Js
I’m sportin’ my Audemars Piguet
Front row at the Louis show,
You know how much I love Paris
Told shorty, Belle ville
Parlez-vous anglais

AP when I wanna be a rapper
Normal day, it’s the Prezi or Dweller
I don’t like her man so f**k Keisha
These days, man’s 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 cash ish
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 ain’t putting pen to paper
For no less than two M’s
Grew up in Moston, then I got rich
Now I’m in some new ends
All I know is money and success
Wanna talk P’s That’s fine, I’m fluent
Stacks so big, the elastic snapped
Now I’m pissed cah the picture’s ruined

Baguettes, dem fill up my wrist
My watch ain’t French, it’s Swiss
Put in that work, we took the risk
And now we can’t risk this lick
Got ten bands cash in the bag
Pink’s wrapped in fives and the red’s in quids
Chanel store’s so big
Just show me where the entrance is..②

Turn, turn, turn…

➤ Written by Aitch & Headie One
Album: EDNA
Produced by Al Hug & Ambezza
Headie One | Aitch | 2020

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