Bashy Refuse To Love
Nahhh, I don't know about all that
(Relationships part 1)
Yo, yo, yo
[Verse 1]
It's that, boy from London
Chicks I can't love 'em
They're tryna hold Bashy down, make me a husband nar
I ain't hubby material, I'm way too selfish I won't wake to even make them bitches cereal
No, I'm slicker than oil
You might catch me with your baby mudda, in Park Royal
Your wifey ain't loyal but beef me over ya slut and you'll be under the soil
I treat certain chicks as wanks, I know nothing I just use 'em get rid of my boner
Maybe I might change when I'm older but for now I can't give her my heart.. I'm not an organ doner
So I keep boning 'em, Bagel and the Odeon
Their crib or my whip's the most I get involved with 'em look
They don't get to meet Mummy, they don't get to meet Daddy and definitely don't get to meet Granny
(I refuse to love)
I don't care how good the pussy is, I'll never get pussy whipped
(I refuse to love)
Hmmm cause I don't care how bum they are or, how chung they are
(I refuse to love)
I just don't care, I tell them bitches whatever they wanna hear
(I refuse to love)
Well cause apparently, death is a temple every state of insanity
