Letra

Yeah, hahaha, nah I ain't got a clue I ain't got a clue, yeah Know tough time never made us humble, wallahi I spoke to Goddy the other day, he in high spirits G, I'm pissed 'bout that re-call, but it's life Yeah Rollin' in the coupe, yeah Just me and my dude, yeah He was gonna bring the suzzy, don't like how it shoots, yeah Now, we drivin' down Louie Way, bulldog kill a goose, yeah You on the news, yeah You on the news, yeah Live a life like mine, yeah From a lifе of crime, yeah Black sheep of the family, my mum will tеll you why, yeah In and out Her Majesty's, ain't tryna see no trial, yeah Whippin' in the pot, it's risin' like Basmati rice, yeah There's rats up in the buildin', I see mice in here These niggas are some pussies, I smell dykes in here Before I left the crib, I pray to Allah no one try and rob me 'Cause on my life, they probably lose they life in here I came up from them mean streets Three on three, three of each OT, settin' fire to bandos, been there all week I told them other black boys they better go back to London And get the fuck out where I'm trappin', or we gon' bring thunder Yeah-yeah, and on beats like this, I don't even wanna rhyme I just wanna talk my pain If I don't say it on the mic' then I might lose my mind Ain't seen my daughter for some time 'Cause I been workin' but I got you couple things that change your life, yeah And your mother probably upset how it turned out, but it's life, yeah Uh, pressed the button on the Range, yeah Mummy told me I'm insane, yeah Jakes pulled up at her crib, yeah She kept it G, and didn't say, a thing My sister, she the same, a Queen They ain't nuttin' you can say to me Oh, yeah, I'm made to be, yeah, you Uh, gotta click it while I fidget Gotta fidget 'cah I popped another pill Yeah, that nigga supposed to be my little nigga How the fuck he turned into a squeal? Yeah My nigga got hit up, I had to pinch myself I thought I was dreamin', this ain't real, ah And you know the bando baby, twenty-nine is livin' life just like a film Pressed da, pressed da, pressed da button on the Range In a hundred grand Jeep, but a nigga used to sell it in the rain Mhm, mhm, mhm, sell it in the rain Press da button, press da button, press da button, press da button Press da button on the Range
Writer(s): Adam Williams, Ricky Banton, Nathaniel Opeyemi Odueyingbo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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