Lyrics

I swear that my shot too clear All my team step dark militant, don't get too near Swear I don't show no fear I'm outside just like Pi'erre And bro wanna 'cause madness, it's a badness Place all the money on the mattress Make all the money do backflips Bro on the field with a hat-trick No Patrick In a Benz, all straight with a classic Money intake come massive Bank statement on elastic Fresh hot topic when I speak Any target, man clean YS in the air, man's team I done placed myself on thе map like that How on earth are your mans likе me? Your ex man knows I'm trouble Done turned 'nuff mandem rubble I can't even speak on the things I done For my ends, I done did so much on the road for my dargs Yeah, right Diligent bystander, that's Sainte In the middle of the room, make your girls all faint I was sellin' out seats for the shows Where mans pay for a likkle one two, get loose, try rave Mission shell it Buss a little move every gyally wanna tune from a guy like me With my G's, makin' riddims 'bout P Tell a man come through If he tryna land steeze, like we I ain't ever switch sides, man, I stay with my team Out in the dark Just run and take time for another side Never mind 'bout the other guy Can't keep watch with another eye Run a couple bands from the other line Still make more from the other side Yeah Roadblocks on the roads by we Any moves man make, man, I buss for my team Strong man over here not weak I'ma stack another wage every day with my guys like, uh
Writer(s): Bradley Baker, Gashirai Gondo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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