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Yo The quick witty, slick drippy Hip with the city kids Silly rich ain't he? Can try you for 50 quid Lit his spliff, can he live? Chicks tryna give me pickney Risky, risky, my eyes on misty The lengths I would go in Protectin' my soul knows no bounds Dents in the road shook the whole crowd I got a stone foundation and a stone house So if it goes down, the shit's floodin' in Then I won't drown They low down, doin' shit I've grown out of No doubt, I raw sixth floor, Alpha Houser Always 'round about I had a pull down my trouser leg Only for if man them move awkwardly When I'm out the ends But that depends I'm tryna blow your back as friends Off again, smash again That's your friend? Accident Actions tend to cause a reaction 'Cause I'm passionate They ain't tryna ration it Layin' in the gas they lit Trained to be passive in the passa Man are pacifist But pack a fist punch Knuckle sandwich and a bag of chips Praised as a myth Young legend and the catalyst But know that who they brand Could be the baddest But ain't matchin' with the The quick witty, slick drippy Hip with the city kids Silly rich, ain't he? Can try you for fifty quid Lit his spliff, can he live? Chicks tryna give me pickney Risky, risky, my eyes on misty The quick witty, slick drippy Hip with the city kids Silly rich, ain't he? Can try you for 50 quid Lit his spliff, can he live? Chicks tryna give me pickney Risky, risky, my eyes on misty Ooh, oh-do-do-do Yeah, oh-oh Hey, hey, oh Ooh-ooh Oh-oh, yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah, uh They say his flow butter Play it all summer Snap a picture with your sister Have you sayin', "Oh, brother" His wrist gold bling What, this old thing? Trench coat to hide his waist Incase the tip pokin' Fred Flintstone Wherever he been stones fling In the dark like a glass house or window tints He best float, all he know is sink or swim Grab it from the middleman And I ain't seen both since He leaves no prints But leaves with the princesses Big chests, pink dresses We ain't speakin' ingles Nights out in west FaceTime me on the speakerphone I don't like to speak with man around me But to each their own I reach the zone They crowd around me like they Jesus home Walkin' on the waves, tauntin' all they face Had my portion in the pain Now the "Pagne" we got have "Cham's" in it Still in this game Because I stay mindin' my damn business Knucks Ooh, hey, ooh Oh-ooh, oh-ooh
Writer(s): Marco Bernardis, Ashley Nwachukwu, Malik Venner, Charlie Stacey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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