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Billyboy Fitch
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Mikey Phillips
Mikey Phillips
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Yo Woah, woah Oi Look I be coming like Ric Flair Them mate can't war with me, I swear these man ain't ever been prepared And me I don't fear no man, I swear nah I ain't ever been scared See me I gotta keep it rolling, rolling, shout out to Sinclair These man think that crazy, I'm bout to pop, just watch when I get there Hop to the top from the bottom Them man don't want any problems Serving up rock on the block and Preserving the crop with the pollen Planted my seed and it blossomed I got what I wanted and more Coppers gonna knock down the door Bashing the soft with the raw I gotta get me some more I gotta settle a score Oh oh Ric Flair drip go woo woo Ya bitch sat watching my YouTube While I'm bout to give her a few views Woo woo Doctor said I got a loose screw Back in this bitch with a new crew Hop in the screeve and I cruise through Skrt Skrt with the gang and the chavvys Rolling round town down the back streets Serving up dope out the back seat You man still roll in a taxi Coppers they praying they catch me Rolling with bro in the passy Sniffing a boost of a van key I'm feeling great like I'm gatsby Told you my bruddas move nasty Flipped a couple pack just this week Man don't know about these streets I swear these wanting to get me Cause me I'm a different breed, different league Billyboy coming like Prince Naseem Got these man wishing that this prick just leave I swear they're all pissed at me I be coming like Ric Flair Them mate can't war with me, I swear these man ain't ever been prepared And me I don't fear no man, I swear nah I ain't ever been scared See me I gotta keep it rolling, rolling, shout out to Sinclair These man think that crazy, I'm bout to pop, just watch when I get there Hop to the top from the bottom Them man don't want any problems Serving up rock on the block and Preserving the crop with the pollen Planted my seed and it blossomed I got what I wanted and more Coppers gonna knock down the door Bashing the soft with the raw I gotta get me some more I gotta settle a score Man I got scores to settle Hit em with a double tap wack, look man I was born the devil Coming on track real fast like that, they call me vettell They tryna smoke rock but they can't lift weight heavy metal Man I scores to settle Yeah I come like Ric Flair Who what where man I been there Got this Big Mike coming and he don't care, why? Cause they've been on the same shit all year What ya know about weight in a box If it goes wrong, one shoot boom and ya head gone What you know about taking em on, got a fractured skull but I'm up and I move on Different and I like it How I just switch it up without trying How I just picked it up I'm not lying Said a few bars now this Mike flying I said I don't come with a million hits But Still Drill came and I merk that shit I mentioned ya birds not lying it's true I had her bent in ways ya not comfy with Now I'm done this I be coming like Ric Flair I ain't ever been scared Shout out to Sinclair These man think that crazy I'm bout to pop, just watch when I get there Hop to the top from the bottom Them man don't want any problems Serving up rock on the block and Preserving the crop with the pollen Planted my seed and it blossomed I got what I wanted and more Coppers gonna knock down the door Bashing the soft with the raw I gotta get me some more I gotta settle a score Oh oh
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