Which One (ft. Central Cee)

Does my hair look beautiful? (Yeah) Do my titties look right? Think I can knock a boy off right now? All the girls that's here for the truth, come put both hands on the DJ booth Then wine your waist to the big man sound And I get too stiff 'cause that ting's too round, good God Make me lift up your gown, but your face so sweet, wanna spin you around If I go link gang, I'll bring you around If I go to the bar, I'll bring you around Which one? Which one? You're not like the tings you're around You're a real good girl, so I'm bringin' you down But come to the bed, I'll fling you around, weh These guys can't make songs for the gyal dem Trust me, this how the single should sound Fuck anyone that's bringing you down Sweetheart, you're doing your thing right now, good God Yeah, all the girls that's here for the truth, come put two hands pon the DJ booth Then wine your waist pon a real good yute dem You want Cench or your ex, which one? You want friends or success, which one? Tell the sound man, "Spin this one" Play this for the gyal dem party, dun God forbid a girl's tryna have fun I got X if you wanna take drugs You wanna have sex or do you wanna make love? Which one? Which one? Which one? Which one? Got a fairy ting and I got a witch one A G'd up ting that I bring sticks 'round And I've got a good girl, good girl, snitch one Too many gyal, now I gotta switch one Turn the hotel to a twenty V. one Three-sixty, my head got spun Junk in the trunk, can see it from front Girl, your body is tea, it's pain, I'm sprung Your backside weighin' you down, one ton I got a chopstick for your wonton Tell me what you want, what you really, really want Put a coin in the slot, ya just hit jackpot Ayy, all the girls that's here for the truth, come put two hands on the DJ booth Then wine your waist for the six-side yute and Put your head inna the pillow, face first Face first, face first, face first Ayy, face first, face first Put your head inna the pillow, face first I'm in the jam, know the mandem, burst You got makeup on the white shirt I wanna fuck out your face and skrrt You need to throw that ting inna reverse Then work, work, work, work, work Yeah, work, work, work, work, work Your last man broke your heart and it hurts You could cry out ya eye and curse You want diamond watch, you want purse You don't need swimsuit, take off your shirt Bend your back, gyal, don't say a word Face of a angel, I come like church I can't wait, girl, I'm not a waiter But you're sexy, you still get served I'm at the Claridge's in London, burst Put your head inna the pillow, face first Yeah, all the girls that's here for the truth, come put two hands on the DJ booth Then wine your waist for the six-side yute dem Ayy, you want Cench or your ex, which one? You want friends or success, which one? Tell the sound man, "Spin this one" Play this for the gyal dem party, dun