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And I said Patta baby 4 flex, we don't owe feds 2C we don't loose feed but we blow peds Lose me, you gone lose me if there's no bread Traveller, we gone saddle up where there's more bread I spot a broad up in the ends and we gone take force Porsche where? You don't drive that, that's a fake horse And I been talking to my G's about some property Tryna get a gaff and they stopping me Couple days Baby girl its been a couple days Old ways tryna make a way, man I've been away Antisocial, I'm just tryna get my paper straight Close range when I seen this baddie with a lot of cake Wait And I been cooling with my close dargs No love, outside we walk with closed arms No harm, check your man his flexing no garms No cars My pockets fat, I'm holding all the carbs Right And baby girl this ain't a cover up Back to my ways I'm tryna get a little money up Back to my ways I tell the plug he gotta hurry up Run in my lane You scream Sainté you get your honey up Old times for old times, never gave you no time Running for a wage you never knew I had no phone time Never did up trapping, if I did you know I'd hold mine Always had it stacking, hold it down and I'm gone show mine Yeah Run it for the 4 Make a little currency then run it up some more Same brudda with the steeze but I'm sure the people know And I been popping overseas, I'm tryna give the world a show Never finish on a tie but I'll give your a girl a bow I'm just tryna give a flex that people can't really show Never bend, never fold matter fact go tell your bro Coz it's YS to the M And I'm sure the people know Right And baby girl this ain't a cover up Back to my ways I'm tryna get a little money up Back to my ways I tell the plug he gotta hurry up Run in my lane You scream Sainté you get your honey up Old times for old times, never gave you no time Running for a wage you never knew I had no phone time Never did up trapping, if I did you know I'd hold mine Always had it stacking, hold it down and I'm gone show mine YS 4 or 3 LC, you know Patta baby Tell your girl we up b Realist will see that real recognise real You know, 4 babies We out here
Writer(s): Bradley Baker, Gashirai Gondo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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