Ghetts – Slumdog Millionaire Lyrics

[Chorus: Ghetts & Stefflon Don] Slumdog millionaire
Glovebox filled up with gear
Mum’s not in no arrears
Fuck ups, this is my year
Yo, gunshot inna di air
Gunshot inna di air
Yo, gunshot inna di air
Slumdog millionaire

[Verse 1: Ghetts] I told my man I’ve got a motive
I just met some old white man who wears loafers
What? He said it’s too good to be true though
But if it goes like that, bonus
Instant money, shipment coming
Me, you, Winston’s sonny
This time next week, Kingston, Surrey
Driver, keep the engine running
Coming
Hot like an Indian curry
Running
Can’t stop, I’m in an Ilford hurry
Gully
Who the fuck brought Winston duppy?
Bun him
Send him back home saying England’s cruddy
It’s nuttin’
Top boy, man are thinking Sully
Gunning
Big darg in this ting, me nuh puppy

[Chorus: Ghetts & Stefflon Don] Slumdog millionaire
Glovebox filled up with gear
Mum’s not in no arrears
Fuck ups, this is my year
Yo, gunshot inna di air
Gunshot inna di air
Yo, gunshot inna di air
Slumdog millionaire

[Verse 2: Ghetts] Man came back with the belly
I told the big man “take that when you’re ready”
Equal splits, I just made my people rich
Let’s celebrate that with some Henny
Then lie low, tell no one, try know
I don’t trust no iPhone
If you wan’ get something off your chest
Tell someone who’s deaf with a blindfold
I’m ice cold
Five-O on the high road
But I ain’t got nuttin’ on me
Lightbulb giro
My bro
If you go, I go
You already know man grew up on
“If you blow, I blow”
If you owe, I owe
Cheers to my right hand man
Where you going, fam? Pluto, I roll
My nigga since two-tone ice poles

[Chorus: Ghetts & Stefflon Don] Slumdog millionaire
Glovebox filled up with gear
Mum’s not in no arrears
Fuck ups, this is my year
Yo, gunshot inna di air
Gunshot inna di air
Yo, gunshot inna di air
Slumdog millionaire