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Ayrton Seke
Ayrton Seke
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Oh, yeah, check Gold chain man, I let it bliss off my dark skin (off my dark skin) And I got a bad bitch, she a dark skin (yeah) I work on my shit, then I let it spin I don't give niggas second chances (no) Your style is smelly, nigga, give it a shower Never feeling like the man of the hour Always feeling like the man of the year I hit shit in and out every year I'm vibing out, now, she wanna come near She wasn't the one, she burst into tears Real nigga, how I run with the spear (ayy) The vision is clear, I've got the jewelry swinging off me (yeah) Wait, shorty be brown and peng, man She coming like caramel coffee (ayy) I find the flow, then I let it go (yeah) I hop on the mic and it's case closed Now I rock the show in some casual clothes (ayy) I put the beat in a chokehold (phew!) I ain't really trippin' 'bout postcodes But I'll let you know if you touch me or my bro Then I got a whole pack of smoke for you and all your cousins', bro (whoa, whoa) You niggas are bummy, that's word to my mum (that's word to my mama) Me and my niggas the combo We're coming like Timmy and Tony, wait (Timmy and Tony) I'm moving slowly Bill up a fat one, I need a pokey (ayy) Don't be dopey around me I'm not a dumbass I don't chat to the police I'm tellin' her, "Stop it Tell me what I be about" (yeah) She putting words in my mouth (why?) Believing the shit that she heard (ayy) I step alone on the curb (step it) Sticky shit, I just swerve It gets on my nerves (skrrt, skrrt) I ain't really with the talkin' shit I don't like using words (I don't like using words) I'm a simple nigga, Mr. Fundamental like I play for the Spurs (Like I play for the Spurs) whoa I keep my head down, I don't talk much, I just sit and observe Man, I just lurk, eh I had to quickly just put some niggas in the dirt I skid and I skrrt (skid and skrrt) I skid and I skrrt, you bitch I made 3k off beat tapes And now I feel like Kanye (whoa) That bitch wanna go on a date I was like, "No way, Jose" Jose brought in the hoes (ayy) And they sippin' on the perryade (ayy) Got the big blunts and sake She wanna parlay with me (she wanna) Man I keep it G, and I stay lowkey I'm above six feet (ayy) Bad bih wanna do sex 'Cause she knows I'm a special G And she heard bout my special Es I'm makin, a beat, then I sip tetley Your bitch wanna step with me My woman ain't cheap, she wears Fenty (whoa) Unfortunately Your time is up My time is now, they ratin' me And I'm in the major league 16 out of ten when they rated me And that's not it, I got tricks up my sleeve Wait, why your girl wanna wrestle me? That's two Ws and a E Win-win, then I exit G Wait, and you thought it was over? My girl come and sort out my boner (yeah) I got tricks like rabona Shuffle, young George, niggas know I'm the captain You can catch me in my space shuttle I've only known you two weeks How can you ask me to say that I love you? I had to just burst her bubble I come from the south, man, I come from the rubble (yeah) That's why the trouble it follows I'm serving these niggas that callin' me Apu (From The Simpsons) yeah I'm tellin' her, "Stop it Tell me what I be about" (yeah) She putting words in my mouth (why?) Believing the shit that she heard (ayy) I step alone on the curb (step it) Sticky shit, I just swerve It gets on my nerves (skrrt, skrrt) I ain't really with the talkin' shit I don't like using words (I don't like using words) I'm a simple nigga, Mr. Fundamental like I play for the Spurs (Like I play for the Spurs) whoa I keep my head down, I don't talk much, I just sit and observe Man, I just lurk, eh I had to quickly just put some niggas in the dirt I skid and I skrrt (skid and skrrt) I skid and I skrrt, you bitch (yo) (Bitch)
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