Walk In Wardrobe Lyrics – Central Cee

Read the full Walk In Wardrobe lyrics by Central Cee along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Central Cee’s music, you can also explore Must Be and Don’t Know Anymore, two other songs by Central Cee.

[Part I]

[Verse: Central Cee]
Before I had a walk-in wardrobe
No car, I was ten toes
Walking through the war zone
She don’t like taking the pill, so I’m pulling out, it plays with her hormones
Fu*k love, I need more poles
Fu*ked up, that was just my luck, when bro got touched, didn’t die but he almost did
Right now, me and him ain’t the closest
Going through the motions
My girl said I’m emotionless
Heart cold like the Polar Express
They call me the voice of the street cah I speak on relevance
Top ten in my scene, that’s evident
When I release, I compete with Americans
My young G still needs development
Stick with a silencer and now it’s got a speech impediment, uh
Ss-ss-stuttering, gotta leave, I’m sorry I’m anxious
Everyone’s gangsters
Until it’s time to ride and man start making excuse ’bout cameras
I won’t glamourise this life, FaceTiming the guys and it don’t look glamorous
May the strong survive, may the pagans die
I don’t even beef those guys, they saying my name to create some hype
This one want a one-night stand, politely decline, she ain’t my type
I’m sorry, Ms Jackson, I never meant to make her cry
I never entertain these guys, if I want drama, then my girl gon’ start some
How the fu*k you gon’ argue with me when my flight departing?
How you gon’ raise your voice at me, you’re in my apartment?
Had to swallow my pride and ask my guy for help, that hurt ’cause I don’t like asking
I don’t know how to make a song, I just rhyme on beat and say how I feel
Mum said, “Don’t ever trust no one that claims they’re real”
I’m real, I ain’t gotta say that I’m real, the brodem know how I roll
I know, these women all come and they go, I know that she ain’t my girl
I’m not in the mood for socialising, I’m sitting in silence
I won’t form an alliance if I don’t like how your vibe is
Trap running like Uber Eats, big up the delivery drivers

Some s*it don’t sit right with me, you live and you learn, I can’t live in this climate
Freedom risking, the feds keep on frisking
Before you get time to back out your knife, K1’s gonna reach for his ting
So let’s be realistic
I told her play with her pu*sy, I don’t even care if her nails are acrylic
How you my girl and don’t know my lyrics?
I ain’t treating no ho like a princess, baby, I’m losing interest
Let’s play Who’s The Baddest or let’s play Who’s The Richest
A2 gave him the ting, if they come through, then you better use his index
They’re gonna underestimate when you ain’t got a million views on a vid yet
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[Interlude: Kai Cenat]
Hold on, chat
Cee is tapped in

[Part II]

[Verse: Central Cee]
I know drama sells, the Internet make me laugh out loud
Everyone talking behind computers, what you gon’ do if my dawg come round?
I might make the young G come to your show with the stick, like Moses, part the crowd
I ran that time cah I’m only human, I got caught lacking, my guard was down
Leng, she out of my league, all of my b!tches badder than me
Serious risk with the pack that day, had bare class A in the Addison Lee
I felt like Mitch, I felt like Meech, I felt like me, ten bands in a week
Hoes in the studio, I’m tryna record, let’s multitask, get down on your knees
Cancel the Uber if it ain’t tinted, I can’t ride if the whip transparent
I can’t even go to the petrol station, one wrong move and you’ll slip in traffic
Tables turned and the plot just twisted like when ghost got wigged by Tariq
Ten-car convoy deep on the euro tunnel, I’m taking a trip to—
I don’t care if they call my album a classic
I could go and retire right now off the hits that I got, so I don’t need to panic
I don’t need promo runs or PR stunts, everything organic
You don’t wanna test my gangster, try get close and see what happens
Nobody makes it far where I’m from
So they say that I sold my soul, bro, I ain’t even sold my masters
Drop to my knees in a dirty bando, I talk to God like I need some answers
If I go broke, I’ll do it all over again, all I need is a phone and charger
I just ordered a stab-proof vest cah they said that they want man dead