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Adam Abdulrasheed
Adam Abdulrasheed
Songwriter

Letra

I got respect from all my pair
But I guess I do deserve it
My intentions are very clear
Don't care if you don't like it
Put my team up front
My **** right beside
My enemies I keep to the left
And my family behind my back
You want a fight
You can't win
You want me to sink
But you can't swim
Mf acting funny for the money
But that ain't new in my scene
I switch up my lyrics
I pulled out 9 inches
Them bitches be screaming
They say I'm the thickest
You **** be corny
Don't tell me you sorry
I pulled out the Glock
Rip to the opps
Shots rum pom pom pom
Smoke no loud but we making noise
Heavens gate calling me
When I'm eating out Mrs Stephane
Wouldn't get caught by the ops on a
Regular day from the trenches I came
I'm moving my wave to the top of
The game thats the plan cus I'm
Getting this fame
Let's Go Let's Go
Wanna fight I ain't throwing no Punch like mike Tyson
Glock 9 on my palm i'ma blast him
Dem man just chatting words but no Action
Mandem do drills with a passion
Free All My bros locked up no mason
**** be hating but shit don't faze men
Cuh I'm better than dem no debating
Shit is so blatant
Don't need validation
Yo Got bad b's telling me they want
Love but I'm in the bando tryna Make some funds
Yung Q I don't got no opps
Just sum nerds that chat like thots
Run up a cheque then I'm on to the
Next no breaks no rest
Till we stack them bucks
On a glide with my bro lil rash pray
To the lord that we catch them cunts
Fuck 12 we don't chat to cops
Drip so called make your girl wan Fuck
Wrist on froze got too much sauce
Stay active but my name ain't sus
Yung Q From Naij
Two three four to the world
Straight out to mud but we soon on Top
No cap man I talk that talk
Big facts cuh I'm really gon back it up
Written by: Adam Abdulrasheed
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