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Pa Salieu
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Curtis James
Curtis James
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KARL JAIRZHINO DANIEL
KARL JAIRZHINO DANIEL
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Mark Waxkirsh
Mark Waxkirsh
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Adrian Francis
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Sandy Bongwala Bombusa
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Curtis James
Curtis James
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Adrian Francis
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Felix Joseph
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AOD
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Frey Fanatics Pussy, what you want from me? Pussy, I don't owe nobody Frontlines, all you see is cats callin' (callin') They only wanted (ugh) from me (ey) See me right there with my family In the Midlands streets with my family (ugh) Big hunting there for my family (ugh) (Bri-ki-ti, bri-ki-ti) my family (ugh) Bussah, busssah Ride for my killy killy No cap, buss a bell Make it ring like that Have you ever seen a mad man giggle laughter? He done rolled up her body like that You don't smoke like that Ey, ey Who want what? (Who) Big flat corn get caught in your melon BRG, man I slap with the weapon No fuck that, I might slap where you stepped her Man warren all of them roaches I ain't that guy, man are rising torches (oh) Them boy are pullin', all my enemies them fallin' (Ey) B—back up, (bri-ki-ti) on me Kickback mad so we say it's blood dammin' Oil it up, we don't know about jammin' Pizzy staircase, that's where I'm standin' Pussy, what you want from me? Pussy, I don't owe nobody Frontlines, all you see is cats callin' (callin') They only wanted (ugh) from me (Ey) See me right there, I'm with my family In the Midlands streets with my family (ugh) Big hunting there for my family (ugh) (Bri-ki-ti, bri-ki-ti) my family (ugh) Yeah Pé-lé-bow that's how the gun sounded Chattin' was, they ain't took them rounds Chitty chitty, bang bang, four-door dinger Ting go clap, tryna hit them figures Ghetto baby, grow up 'round them killas City full of spinnas, never touch a civilian '97 baby, king born a winner No one vilo, they ain't really diligent (Ah) Allow that shit Tap into my wolf, let me hit that prick What the (fu-de-de), don't call me again You was a beg that whipped me in the cell Tell my babes, off her wig We're going to war, load up the bells In the magazine, make sure the (brrr-skir)'s dirty not clean Rico cleaning up the streets Pussy, what you want from me? Pussy, I don't owe nobody Frontlines, all you see is cats callin' (callin') They only wanted (ugh) from me (Ey) See me right there with my family In the Midlands streets with my family (ugh) Big hunting there for my family (ugh) (Bri-ki-ti, bri-ki-ti) my family (ugh) (Pé-lé-bow) that's how the gun sounded (Pé-lé-bow) that's how the gun sounded (Pé-lé-bow) that's how the gun sounded (Pé-lé-bow) that's how the gun sounded (Pé-lé-bow) that's how the gun sounded (Pé-lé-bow) that's how the gun sounded (Pé-lé-bow) that's how the gun sounded (Pé-lé-bow) that's how the gun sounded
Writer(s): Curtis Anthony James, Mark Christopher Waxkirsh, Pa Salieu Gaye, Adrian Francis, Karl Daniel, Shandy Bombusa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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