Entrapreneur (Explicit)
Central Cee"Entrapreneur (Explicit)" is a song by Central Cee, released in 2023 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:07 long and contains 64 lines and 468 words.
Lyrics
0:21We was flying up O with white
0:23We was building lines now it's clothing lines
0:25I sell tee's & my darg sell T's as well
0:26But his ain't got no design
0:28180 for the tracksuit
0:29Go somewhere else if it's overpriced
0:31New generation don't know how to trap
0:32Cos they all getting high off their own supply
0:34Trap house in the woods where the bando's haunted
0:36Its supernatural poltergeist
0:38Witnessed things that I wish that I didn't
0:39Like crackheads overdose then die
0:41Bad bs curving the kid
0:42Back then when I weren't so lit I was broke them times
0:45***** would you ride on the back of the bus
0:46What about on the front of a stolen bike
0:48Soho pitching coke to the gay men
0:50I'll serve anyone I got an open mind
0:51No complaints when it comes to the customer service
0:53I pick up the phone polite
0:55I see man fall in love with the white Billie Eilish type
0:57Cus they got ocean eyes
0:58Set up a shop then it's open 24 hours
1:00We don't have a closing time
1:01We put the trap in entrepreneur
1:03All of the time that we spent in the field
1:05Would've thought I got me a ballon d'or
1:06I'm stacking not dropping a bag in Dior
1:08Went from the Toyota Yaris to urus
1:10I still got the same work rate as before
1:122 years that I ain't been home
1:13730 days on tour
1:15It was Nokia ringtones picking up phones
1:16No private calls now it's microphones
1:18I think that I got bipolar disorder
1:20The way that I'm going through highs and lows
1:22Insta full up of IG models
1:23And back in the day I would these Skype these h*es
1:25My girl try hack my iCloud
1:27When I log in gotta hide my code
1:28Tryna get in through face recognition
1:30When I was asleep and my eyes were closed
1:32If she ain't gotta nothing to hide
1:33I might make her my wifey I might propose
1:35How many lies got told
1:37Don't believe in the hype it's false
1:39Bro died he was still in his teens
1:40The chances are slim of me dying old
1:42I won't lie it's me or dem
1:44Slime **** I'ma wipe his nose
1:45Unbanking packs and touching faeces
1:47I was OT you would find it gross
1:49Now it's 5-star hotels Michelin star dining
1:51I might rise a toast
1:52New generation will die for clout
1:53They'll do anything for a Viral post
1:55We put the trap in entrepreneur
1:57All of the time that we spent in the field
1:58Would've thought I got me a ballon d'or
2:00I'm stacking not dropping a bag in Dior
2:02Went from the Toyota Yaris to urus
2:03I still got the same work rate as before
2:052 years that I ain't been home
2:07730 days on tour
We was flying up O with white We was building lines now it's clothing lines I sell tee's & my darg sell T's as well But his ain't got no design 180 for the tracksuit Go somewhere else if it's overpriced New generation don't know how to trap Cos they all getting high off their own supply Trap house in the woods where the bando's haunted Its supernatural poltergeist Witnessed things that I wish that I didn't Like crackheads overdose then die Bad bs curving the kid Back then when I weren't so lit I was broke them times ***** would you ride on the back of the bus What about on the front of a stolen bike Soho pitching coke to the gay men I'll serve anyone I got an open mind No complaints when it comes to the customer service I pick up the phone polite I see man fall in love with the white Billie Eilish type Cus they got ocean eyes Set up a shop then it's open 24 hours We don't have a closing time We put the trap in entrepreneur All of the time that we spent in the field Would've thought I got me a ballon d'or I'm stacking not dropping a bag in Dior Went from the Toyota Yaris to urus I still got the same work rate as before 2 years that I ain't been home 730 days on tour It was Nokia ringtones picking up phones No private calls now it's microphones I think that I got bipolar disorder The way that I'm going through highs and lows Insta full up of IG models And back in the day I would these Skype these h*es My girl try hack my iCloud When I log in gotta hide my code Tryna get in through face recognition When I was asleep and my eyes were closed If she ain't gotta nothing to hide I might make her my wifey I might propose How many lies got told Don't believe in the hype it's false Bro died he was still in his teens The chances are slim of me dying old I won't lie it's me or dem Slime **** I'ma wipe his nose Unbanking packs and touching faeces I was OT you would find it gross Now it's 5-star hotels Michelin star dining I might rise a toast New generation will die for clout They'll do anything for a Viral post We put the trap in entrepreneur All of the time that we spent in the field Would've thought I got me a ballon d'or I'm stacking not dropping a bag in Dior Went from the Toyota Yaris to urus I still got the same work rate as before 2 years that I ain't been home 730 days on tour
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