Lyrics

(Cage got that cold) Hot, hot I got my gun on me, I'm with the killys I got my gang on the hunt for the spinach You set it up, and I've come for the finish Man'll run up on you, I'm in your city (sheesh) Dolce & Gabbana, my jumpers are fitted She came and sat on my lap, and I hit it I make the savages jump on the critic Told 'em I would, said I couldn't, I did it (sheesh) Told her to pull, she came 'bout 11 My bitch is rich and she came with a present She's in the place in array with my presence Shooter beside me, he stay with the Desert (ha) That bitch a bird, I'ma play with her feathers I get it major, I'm straight independent Still in the party, it's May 18th My birthday started on May, the 11th My mandem'll fix, I came with the carpenter Lead in the ting and I came with the sharpener Hit with the bottle the side of his head Everything shattered, and she got some glass in her (haha) Money gets made and they droppin' me cheques Thinking 'bout what they gon' offer me next Okay, you caught me, you probably guessed I'm on the hunt for the opposite sex (switchin') Yeah, she likes this Burberry, my fragrance wavy (yeah) Take my card but don't go crazy, yeah (ooh) She's my favourite, that pussy pastry (hot, hot, hot, hot) But she's fuckin' rude, she so feisty Corn in the ting and they call me erratic Hollow's a fox and I cornered a rabbit He got a sawn off, it's normal he had it Run out of wishes, I call him Aladdin (Sheesh) How'd he get shot, fam? You told me you had him Nobody noticed 'em, creep up and bang him Niggas ain't slippin', we go for the addy We get it crackin', I openly carry (carry) Niggas roll up on that energy (yeah) Negative I got 50 men with me, maybe 70 (yeah) Pussy niggas gettin' edited (yeah) She want me to fuck her (yeah) She gon' tell a nigga anything (anything) She just on a whole pretendin' thing (yeah) I just look and nod to everything (hahaha) Island hoppin' with a baddie, she's lookin' at me These are just minimum spends I flew her into the country, her and her bredrin And we had dinner with friends 'Bout to have 'em under pressure, they know I'm comin' Bringin' that ten out of ten You can take it how you want it, written in stone Or scribbled in pen I'm handsome, she won't hold me ransom (ransom) I'm out with Buck, Kaluuya and you all know Damson (ooh) Champions, yeah, certy, sanctioned (sanctioned) I'm with real, real gangstas And man leaves 'em anxious I'm just relaxin', and droppin' off packages (packages) Got couple passengers (passengers) Lookin' for happiness I can't imagine (nah), ain't movin' back again How do you get there? (Get there) How does it feel? (Feel), how does it happen then? I got my kids, I'm gonna fly I'll give the maximum (maximum)
Writer(s): Leon Krol Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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