GenZLuv

Gen Z Luv (Explicit) - Central Cee

Lyrics by：Central Cee

Composed by：Central Cee

Produced by：Ambezza/Peter Iskander

When our children ask us how did we meet

I'm tellin' them "Gen Z love FYP love IG love"

My crisis ain't from cost of living

I think 'bout death like "God forbid it"

American Express got no limit

Career consists of lots of women

How can I convince you I'm not the villain

****'s dramatic like opera singin'

Down on one knee I got a proposition

In the past I was not consistent

Out of these girls you're top division

Can't downgrade and lower my standard

When I first saw you on the 'Gram bae

I was in awe and showin' the mandem

Askin' advice "How can I slide in there"

Usin' words not my usual language

I clocked that you just came out of a breakup

Been on your social media ranting

Slid up and replied to your story

You ain't responded I wanna unsend it

Got me stalkin' your Facebook page and preeing your friends list

Saw that you followed a fellow acquaintance

You ain't even mine yet I'm feelin' envious

Promiscuous chick make me wanna risk it

I like how you're real uncensored

When our children ask us how did we meet

I'm tellin' them "Gen Z love FYP love IG love"

Saw her on the Explore Page like I need to explore deeper

Suggested accounts said that we got mutuals

But you don't **** with them me neither

When I'm with you I get baby fever

I met your mum on the FYP

We're young and our love's Gen Z

Mum said that it ain't gon' last

I'm tellin' her "We gon' see"

They say our relationship is childish

You're my baby so I agree

Started with an IG like

Now you're down to ride just like a G

If it weren't for the algorithm

I wouldn't have found my woman

We're messin' around and act like kids

Give me a nostalgic feelin'

Took you on all of them trips

Now you got my accountant trippin'

Sent you a thousand roses not like you're local

A thousand miles I've driven

You ain't even gave me the ick yet

I ain't even seen red flags yet

Get mad and you call me a d**khead

Got me addicted feel like a crackhead

Passenger seat just givin' me side-eye

It's giving main-character syndrome

You ain't gotta connect to the Wi-Fi

Let's just talk and put down the iPhone

She liked my post I liked her post