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KayMuni
KayMuni
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
KayMuni
KayMuni
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
KayMuni
KayMuni
Producer

Letras

Don't switch up, I'm 'bout to do my big one
I gotta bring her to the block, she not a crib one
Valentines Day, I got bagged with my gun
Just had a visit, grabbed my pack, when I got back, I got spun
You ain't actually dumb so start using your head
And you know that I'm a boss, you better do what I said
You look cute up in red, you the devil though
And you coulda been my bae but I guess we gon' never know
I got an envelope with a love letter, your name's on it
You gave me your heart, I gave it back with some stains on it
Run game on it, nah, I lied, I don't even drop game
I know girls love diamonds but she got her watch plain
And what the opps say? Cah I'm too up, I can't hear them
Spent a tenner on trainers and I can't even wear them
Shall I make you my girl or be a player? Shit, I'm stuck in a pickle
Be a rapper or a robber, shit, I'm stuck in the middle
So what do you do?
I'm a gangster
No, really, what do you do?
I'm a rapper
Seriously, Marcus, what do you do?
I'm a gangster rapper
I don't know if I should rap or I should rob guys
When it comes to this rap ting, I'm top five
She wanna do top floor dinners in some Off-White
I like hood tings but I don't mind the posh type
And why you telling all your friends that you know Muni?
She think I'm famous, oi bro, I think it's so funny
And your boy got splashed tryna roll on me
He used to be my bro, he's getting bun cah he stole from me
Tell the truth, I don't wanna be a player, gang
I got a hundred bitches waiting for the day I land
But, truth is, bro, I just want this one ting
I told my South ting that I don't like Brum tings
I told my Brum ting that I don't like South girls
At least I can sell crack if everything else fails
More money, more problems, all I want is bread
And he's got a big problem if I want him dead
Written by: KayMuni
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