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GB Records London Probably saw me on the corner serving to a fiend Mummy kitchen counter looking like it's Medellín All the kitties coming 'cause I'm serving better B Jakes raided every morning, now they wouldn't let me breathe (yeah) Spent my teens selling packs from a nitty's sofa Mayfare and a poker, five stacks driving back boy, they can't pull me over Looking up the olders, everybody's a vulture If I give you a consignment, pay on time, not a day over You ain't never seen a cobra Never test a wap, and had to blow out Come out next day, see the way the trees open I was cutting through the city boy, driving like it's stolen Bad bitch with me, hot line fucking blowing Fed a bag of young G's, fed a bag of peers Trap bust me on some game, so I skipped a couple years Used to drive to my connect, come back with hella Z's Told my bagger, do the light, and 20's do the dark and 10's Used to do the moves, then no one will buy the dutty Back when guard got it cracking, with some nerds who lost a shotty Now he home next year, judge game him 13 Watch him mother shed tears, then cut straight to OT Probably saw me on the corner serving to a fiend Mummy kitchen counter looking like it's Medellín All the kitties coming 'cause I'm serving better B Jakes raided every morning, now they wouldn't let me breathe Little nigga with a screw loose, shoot, shoot I'ma hit a nigga if it's you or me Little nigga with a screw loose, shoot, shoot I'ma hit a nigga if it's you or me Put your money where your mouth is (cash) I put my money into houses Every day, I'm making thousands And I ain't selling no ounces (kilos) Half a milli' in the couches, straps on a desk Trap lines bouncing, packs on the bed Cocaine mountain, racks on your head, no games out him I tell my youngers, never sit without it We really killers, we really about it You just rapping, you ain't really 'bout it Big guns clapping, you know where the south is (south) Fur on my coat, birds on my boat Big watch on my wrist, nerds wanna choke If you say Corleone, refer to a GOAT Me and Adz on a track, word to the ghost Probably saw me on the corner serving to a fiend Mummy kitchen counter looking like it's Medellín All the kitties coming 'cause I'm serving better B Jakes raided every morning, now they wouldn't let me breathe Little nigga with a screw loose, shoot, shoot I'ma hit a nigga if it's you or me Little nigga with a screw loose, shoot, shoot I'ma hit a nigga if it's you or me Probably saw me on the corner serving to a fiend Mummy kitchen counter looking like it's Medellín All the kitties coming 'cause I'm serving better B Jakes raided every morning, now they wouldn't let me breathe Probably saw me on the corner serving to a fiend Mummy kitchen counter looking like it's Medellín All the kitties coming 'cause I'm serving better B Jakes raided every morning, now they wouldn't let me breathe
Writer(s): Derek Simpson, Corleone Corleone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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