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Ladies and gentlemen My kicks Louis Vuit, bet you thought I was gonna say kang Jumped on the mic, flows too deep Bet you thought I was gonna say nang Try set pace like I never could be Bet you thought I was gonna say ran Man got stomped and dashed the next man Man got burst and left with that tan Man can't ever try chat to a g A-J-T from M-T-P Light skin yout from T-N-T Raised in the south just like F-T Raised in the south like grizzy one fifty So I don't ever stray far from a nizzy If I ain't in a trap house with a Pyrex Then I'm at a girls yard sucking on titties Drop bombs in a pagan's bunker In beef I was raised with the hunger Old man tryna talk shit about straps You can be the first one-bunned by a younger Take breath and soul with that pumper Leave man a donut hole in that jumper Hide food and teeth at that girls crib Blue foot baby mum with that bumper Her own yard so it's bless up Two two yard food then I undress her Got bare white air force ones in their boxes Cos I always gotta stay fresh like Pressure Cos I always gotta stay fresh like Deadly Drop bare heat in mugs like Tetley Man get beef and call me bare pepper Call that dish South African medley X2 In the trap with the press Whip and flex Brick phone in my right hand Pyrex in my left Chef up the bomb ting Spirit Bomb You niggas on a long ting But I get it gone If you got work and you ain't in a gang Then your works gotta go fam Yeah I'm mara but the strap works Better get with the program I got 70 up on the bench skinny nigga Feeling like Konan Plus I got skills in the kitchen Whip work looking like Bojan Run a boy down in my 1-10s Run a boy down in my nineties I was bad from a young boy primary Running youts down in the 90s (94) Move out the way don't chill If you see me hop out in my Nikeys Cab door slide (whoosh) You'll be running off from my YGs Meet cutes talking bout smoke True I patted up man's wifey (Let me press that) Couldn't give a fuck she was scratching me up I could tell that she liked me (J-Bag) See the pagan get drawn fast Put them on the spot like a high beam Snap, Snap, Snap when the cannon goes splash You ain't posing for IG (Stop posing) Spirit Bomb no two two See man run with smoke it's like choo choo Thought it was that until you got moved to Yeah I'm the boss and yeah I'm the Mewtwo Bare man screaming "Look it's that pagan" Hand in the pouch is screaming out Who Who Man ain't gonna take it old school like Blue's Clues Leave man's face all purple like Fruit Shoot
Writer(s): Che Wolton Grant, Brett Cole Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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