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The bottom feels so much better than the top
So much better
Nan, you're a window shopper
Taking a look
But you never buy
Nan, you're a window shopper
You won't pick it up
If it's over a fiver
Nan, you're a window shopper
Get on the bus
'Cause you still can't drive
Nan, you're a window shopper
Mad as fuck
Only just alive
You get up in the morning
And you like your tea milky
You stumble for your glasses
'Cause without 'em you can't see
It's funny how I come around your house
And I'm twenty and I still have to wear
All the presents you sent me
I walk into your kitchen
Everything's got a label
You've done your Christmas shopping
And we're only in April
And you won't leave your house
Unless you're wearing your thermals
You've covered all in cat hair
And you're stinking like Strepsils
You're headed down the bowls club
Have another orange squash
Fools are rolling, rolling, rolling
And you can't walk right
'Cause things aren't what they were
Your ankles are swollen, swollen, swollen
Nan, you're a window shopper
Taking a look
But you never buy
Nan, you're a window shopper
You won't pick it up
If it's over a fiver
Nan, you're a window shopper
Get on the bus
'Cause you still can't drive
Nan, you're a window shopper
Mad as fuck
Only just alive
You're walking down the post office
To pick up your pension
And then you're off to bingo
Has become an obsession
So weary of the kids who are wearing their hoods up
And even if they smile at you
You think it's a stick-up
You only buy the paper
Just to cut out the coupons
You're saving 50p
But what do you want with tampons?
You're always at the doctor
Picking up your prescription and
They throw in some KY
Just to ease up the friction
You got a leak in
Your colostomy bag
Yeah, it's got a hole in, hole in, hole in
At the weekend
You're shopping with your trolley
It's sad, how you're rolling, rolling, rolling
Nan, you're a window shopper
Taking a look
But you never buy
Nan, you're a window shopper
You won't pick it up
If it's over a fiver
Nan, you're a window shopper
Get on the bus
'Cause you still can't drive
Nan, you're a window shopper
Mad as fuck
Only just alive
So much better
Nan, you're a window shopper
Taking a look
But you never buy
Nan, you're a window shopper
You won't pick it up
If it's over a fiver
Nan, you're a window shopper
Get on the bus
'Cause you still can't drive
Nan, you're a window shopper
Mad as fuck
Only just alive
You get up in the morning
And you like your tea milky
You stumble for your glasses
'Cause without 'em you can't see
It's funny how I come around your house
And I'm twenty and I still have to wear
All the presents you sent me
I walk into your kitchen
Everything's got a label
You've done your Christmas shopping
And we're only in April
And you won't leave your house
Unless you're wearing your thermals
You've covered all in cat hair
And you're stinking like Strepsils
You're headed down the bowls club
Have another orange squash
Fools are rolling, rolling, rolling
And you can't walk right
'Cause things aren't what they were
Your ankles are swollen, swollen, swollen
Nan, you're a window shopper
Taking a look
But you never buy
Nan, you're a window shopper
You won't pick it up
If it's over a fiver
Nan, you're a window shopper
Get on the bus
'Cause you still can't drive
Nan, you're a window shopper
Mad as fuck
Only just alive
You're walking down the post office
To pick up your pension
And then you're off to bingo
Has become an obsession
So weary of the kids who are wearing their hoods up
And even if they smile at you
You think it's a stick-up
You only buy the paper
Just to cut out the coupons
You're saving 50p
But what do you want with tampons?
You're always at the doctor
Picking up your prescription and
They throw in some KY
Just to ease up the friction
You got a leak in
Your colostomy bag
Yeah, it's got a hole in, hole in, hole in
At the weekend
You're shopping with your trolley
It's sad, how you're rolling, rolling, rolling
Nan, you're a window shopper
Taking a look
But you never buy
Nan, you're a window shopper
You won't pick it up
If it's over a fiver
Nan, you're a window shopper
Get on the bus
'Cause you still can't drive
Nan, you're a window shopper
Mad as fuck
Only just alive
Lyrics submitted by poll3000
Track duration: 03:00
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lmao doubt that =P
i really like this song though. it's funny.
[Intro]
Ohh
The top feels so much better than the bottom
So much better
[Chorus:]
[Clean version:]
Ja you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada you's a window shopper
In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy
Joe you's a window shopper
In the dealership, trying get a test drive
Nas you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
[Dirty version:]
Nigga you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Nigga you's a window shopper
In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy
Nigga you's a window shopper
In the dealership, trying to get a test drive
Nigga you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
[Verse 1]
Summertime white porche carrera is milky
Im on the grind let my paper stack when I'm filthy
Funny how a nigga get the screw facing at me
Anyhow, they aint got the heart to get at me
I'll get down, southsides the hood that I come from
So I dont cruise to nobodys hood without my gun
You know the kid aint gonna follow that bullshit
try and stick me imma let off a full clip
It aint my fault you done fucked up your re-up
At the dice game who told you put a G up
Everybody mad when their paper dont stack right
When I come around y'all niggas better act right
When we got the tops down, you can hear the system thump
When we rollin' rollin' rollin'
Shut your block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
nigga When we rollin' rollin' rollin'
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
niggas Love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come scoop me up in LAX and I hop in
When it comes to bad bitches you know I got them
Some from Long Beach, some from Watts, some from Compton
You know a nigga wanna see how cali girls freak off
After that 5 hour flight from New York
I start spitting G at a bitch like a pimp man
Tell her meet me at The Mondrian so we can do our thing
She can bring the lingerie with her I suppose
And we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes
She can run and tell her best friend bout my sex game
Her best friend could potentially be next man
Listen man, shit changed
I came up from doing my thang
Homey I'm holing, holing, holing
shit man, the store owner watching you
For something get stolen, stolen, stolen
[Chorus]
It's so funny with her accent.
But, it is kind of cruel to make fun of your grandmother, but im sure its she doesnt mean it.