Listen up you gooner addicts — Ambrose made a brand new video to my mandem Wells Gold’s @wells-gold58 absolute filth tune “Chav King Ambrose” and it’s designed to melt your tiny brains.

Chav Ambrose id in it looking like the proper dominant, juz like the chav king I am — flexing, bulging, explorin’bever inch of me sex craven body, owning the camera while the beat hits. Every second of this video is made to turn you into a leaking, edge-crazed mess. I want you proper gooning your worthless cocks for me. No cumming. Just stroking. Edging. Drooling. Repeating my name like the broken little drones you are.

A good gooner drone is dumb

A good gooner drone drips

A good gooner drone drools

It is a good gooner drone

Put your headphones in, dim the lights, pull your trackies down, and goon the fuck out to your King. I wanna see those screens covered in precum, your hands shaking, your eyes rolling back while you chant “i. am. brose. i. am. brose.”

This one’s specially made to ruin you. So ruin yourselves for me.

Drop a “💦” in the comments if you’re already leaking just from the thumbnail like the desperate goon sluts you are.

Now press play and don’t you dare stop edging till I say so.

Your King owns that cock. Now worship it properly.

They see the ice, I see bare beef. Pure bling wit' a mad forecast of jells. I ain't chasin' clout, I'm makin' it bounce. Name's Cooper, remember dat when the whole ends leanin' my way.

Mandem built different, yeah? Drip too hard, bare chill 'cause tryna hard is peak and I ain't gotta shout. Dis ain't a flex, it's bare facts. The grin ain't for likes, it's for me, ya get me? I know what I'm on, and so does gravity, fam.

Diamond Chav energy. Straight up street smarts. Road shinin' in starlight. Keep it ments, keep it sharp, keep it real. If you're on one about whether I know I'm danger, look at the smile. If you're on one about whether I give a toss, check the ice. Keep watchin'. I stay winnin'. 💎🔥

In the heart of London’s West End, Scott the Diamond Chav Boss strutted like he owned the cobbled streets. Drenched in bling heavier than a council tax bill and muscles pumped like he’d wrestled protein itself, Scott weren’t just a geezer—he was the geezer. Rockin’ a spray-on Nike tracksuit so tight it looked painted on, and sunnies so iced out they could blind a pigeon at 50 yards, he stood arms crossed outside his matte black Range Rover, flexin' harder than a Benefit Office bouncer on payday.

“Oi, bruv, man don’t queue,” he barked as he strolled into Selfridges like it was Poundland. Chains swingin’, watch glintin’, he left a trail of vape clouds and stunned tourists in his wake. Word on the street was he once traded a gold chain for a kebab, then bought the kebab shop the next day—just ‘cos he fancied it.

But Scott weren’t just flash. Nah, man had respect. From Hackney to Hounslow, everyone knew not to mess with the Diamond Don. ‘Cause behind them Versace shades and Gucci gums, was a lad with fists like bricks and an ego the size of Wembley. Scott didn’t follow trends—he was the trend. London’s streets? His catwalk.

Ya wanna be part of the Diamond crew fam? Can ya hack bein one of us? @findingambrose49 and i will helps you be the best chav versiun of ya innit

Your Chav King Ambrose is taking a proper break all through June & July, bruv. Yeah, that’s right — I’m fucking off for the whole month to recharge this big dick energy.

And I’m thanking every single one of you addicted Bros, desperate gooner drones, cock-hungry slags, brain-fried Scally lads, hypno sluts and kinksters.

No new videos. No fresh hypno. No new voice telling you what a worthless leaking mess you are… for a little bit.

While I’m gone I want you proper suffering. Keep gooning to my old stuff like the desperate addicts you are. Edge those throbbing cocks raw. Leak and drool like broken whores every single night thinking about how much you need your King’s voice in your empty head. Keep chanting the mantras while you stroke:

A good gooner drone is dumb.
A good gooner drone drips.
A good gooner drone drools.

I want you all going fucking mental by the time August hits — minds melted, holes twitching, cocks aching, tongues hanging out like cheap slags begging for my return.

So enjoy the silence you filthy cum-brained cunts. Miss this fat dick and this commanding voice like the owned little sluts you are. Stay leaking. Stay edging. Stay completely fucking addicted to me.

I’ll be back in August harder, hornier and ready to ruin you even worse.

Until then… keep gooning for your absent King, you pathetic drippy messes 💦

@serve-425 @serve-343 @serve-579 @serve-313 @callumthchav @cylethechav @cooperthechav @hero21us @xherion @wells-gold58

@soccerkitlad - what can I say but i’m hornier, more sex addicted and harder cuz of your training. Love being owner by you, my hole constantly twitches for your cock.

ambrose the hottest fuckin chav in the ends, every mandem proper thirstin, gaggin, droppin everything just to get a whiff of me. they clock me strollin thru in the black puffa half zipped, cap backwards, ice drippin heavy, them swirly tats spinnin across me chest like they own the place, and their eyes go low, breath catchin, noses twitchin already. but what they really crave deep down? me musk bruv. that thick, ripe, post-session stink that hits like a proper uppercut. one deep inhale and they're gone—cock throbbin, knees weak, beggin to get closer, to bury their faces and drown in it.

every chav lad knows the score: am the musk god they all fantasise about. sneakin me trainers when am not lookin, huffing the inside like it's life support, lickin the sole clean, dreamin of me sock stretched tight over me foot, damp and reekin. that scent owns em—makes em leak pre, makes em whine "please king, let me sniff ya, let me taste that chav funk" while i laugh and grind me sole in their mug. am the one they worship, the one who turns hard lads into sniff sluts with just me natural stink. addicted, collared, desperate for more every time.

who's next to get proper owned by this musk then? cos ya already hooked innit 😏🖤💨

Bruv, you buss me up fam when you blaze me. We gotta run that back soon, innit. I'm peakin' hard for your massive batty boy.

every fuckin bloke in the ends proper gaggin for im bruv. proper desperate they are, droppin to their knees the second he pulls up in that sick tracksuit, backwards cap on, ice drippin off his neck like he's just robbed a jewellers 😭💎

he walks in the room and you can smell the want innit. all these lads thinkin they're straight til Ambrose clocks em with them eyes, smirks that cocky fuckin smirk and next thing you know they're bent over beggin for it. "please bruv, ruin me yeah?" pathetic init but we all get it cos when he fucks you? GAME FUCKIN OVER MATE.

he don't just shag ya. nah nah. he proper Diamond Chav Transformations ya. one deep thrust and your old life? gone. suddenly you're rockin stone island instead of primark, got fresh fade, gold on your teeth glintin when you moan his name, tats poppin up like magic all over your chest swirlin patterns bruv. abs carved like they been photoshopped, biceps balloonin, voice droppin two octaves so every "safe" comes out pure roadman.

he pounds ya til you're screamin "Ambrose bruvvvv fuckkkk" and when he nuts? boom. full chav rebirth. you stand up different. swagger hits different. you're checkin mirrors like "safe fam look at me now" posin with the chain he just gifted ya, puffa jacket zipped halfway showin them fresh swirls on your pecs.

every lad he's clapped has come out upgraded. diamond hard chav perfection. never disappoints. never leaves ya the same. one session with Ambrose and you're his forever innit. proper legend. proper king.

who's next in line then? cos the queue's round the fuckin block bruv 😈💎