• 標題:Dont Sell Out
  • 歌手:Tinie Tempah
  • 專輯:Demonstration
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    Dont Sell Out - Tinie Tempah
    Vadakae Kaetu Paaru Enna Pathi Solluvaan
    Jarthaar Beda Pole En Paerathaan Melluvaan
    They sayin’ Kalasala

    Kala sala(Don't Sell Out)
    Kala sa kala sala
    Kalasala kala sala
    Kalasa la kalasala
    I’m bout it, you know it
    Disturbin London Poet
    Sparklers as in my Moet
    If you need the glass and I pour it
    Fashion week front row it
    Chelsea and Soho it
    Better valet park my
    Then the Council come and tow it
    Rebel Vodka, JD and coke
    Bitch 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 fellatio
    From girls as fresh as Daisy Lowe
    Them girls say Hi, Them girls say Hello
    I tell em stick your 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
    All Your Major Fellows
    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
    Yeah!
    Tatatata Tiger Beer or Cobra, lime in my Corona
    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 happening
    He’ll be in the club just racks on racks on racks in
    Was using words but now we're using actions
    Been around the world, and ladies love me and my London accent
    We be sayin to em
    Am No. I drunk? 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
    Tell em, tell em and don’t sell out,