Loski & Blanco – Anglo Saxon Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics Anglo Saxon – Loski & Blanco

Madting, madting
I’m inda field like Anglo Saxons
Jokeman don’t ask for my ranking
Still cool wit the killy’s, no ramping
Cool kid, gyal say I look handsome
Handsome, handsome
Man are lying on us about tantrums
Make a boy lay down, not planking

My darling’s gorgeous
Becky with the good hair, flawless
.. over madman, torture
Put thunder in your face, scorcher
I ain’t ever been robbed, that’s awkward
Tek one, left one, extortion
We don’t do warnings or caution
Get smoked like Cali imported

Wait, someone’s lying, innit
Me, I’m the truth, they mimic
That’s forbidden , get him
Beg me, I bet they leg it
Ski demon, for any reason we stretch it
Move so hard, they jealous
We see them, start swinging my arms like tennis

If I make bands then the killys dem fed
Yard man ting, pop corn then dead
Hold this, hold this, ski love bread
Henny I’m rolling, team no ments
Hoppin’ out cars and jump off peds
If she love us and them, she a Jez
The only thing I hate more than them man there
Is a barbie that’s rude and dead

Madting, madting
I’m inda field like Anglo Saxons
Jokeman don’t ask for my ranking
Still cool wit the killy’s, no ramping
Cool kid, gyal say I look handsome
Handsome, handsome
Man are lying on us about tantrums
Make a boy lay down, not planking..②

Make a boy lie down, no celly
Leave you on the deck like Mike Pentelli
TJ on the block, I’m spinelli
Churn out the potty and make a spaghetti
Real man on the wing, Martinelli
He was in the field tryna pop his cherry

Rock that steady, sound of the box
On your mask, get ready
South, we step southwest
And we like step southeast
We’re Phineas, not belgie
Bop with a mop, discreet
Free TG, free Ts
Stuck in the box cah the job complete
Four man are on that fleet
Turn in the key tryna lock that street

Madting, madting
I’m inda field like Anglo Saxons
Jokeman don’t ask for my ranking
Still cool wit the killy’s, no ramping
Cool kid, gyal say I look handsome
Handsome, handsome
Man are lying on us about tantrums
Make a boy lay down, not planking..②

More money than all my, facts
From young I always been a baller, baller
Ball in a different job
Who you caught with a fishing rod
It’s all lies, you’re Nemo, lost
Bro OT like Postman Pat
Got himself a delivery job

I don’t love these h*es
But they love me, so they say
I ain’t tryna jet
I just want hat while switchin’ lanes
Jailed four times, I hate it
Mum around, know I gotta change
Bro should’ve opened a barber shop
For how much yutes he shaved

Do a man bait, mourn all later
Of course we dance, ski go cray
Dem boy there lame
She think she bait
Baсk them bassy my hip and war
Me and Milly, we flexed of course
Love my killy, them boy some fraud
Do it like, that’s samurai swords

Madting, madting
I’m inda field like Anglo Saxons
Jokeman don’t ask for my ranking
Still cool wit the killy’s, no ramping
Cool kid, gyal say I look handsome
Handsome, handsome
Man are lying on us about tantrums
Make a boy lay down, not planking..②…

➤ Written by Loski & Blanco (Harlem Spartans)
Loski | Blanco | 2020

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