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Ghosty You know what Davy Jones is? Life's all good, that's timing I had to wait patiently Back then, I was riding like Viking 15 inch was a blade on me I know they hate to see me make this P so they hate on me Just sent young boy up to country Tell the cats dem, "Wait on me" Just wait, I'm coming (just wait) The food is going Cah the animals keep on coming (trap, jugg) See feds, I'm blowing And if I'm on foot, I won't stop running (no) Bad B want a piece of me I hit her with D, she won't stop coming (uh) Money just called, I'm coming (brrt, Davy Jones) The wave's incoming, just wait, it's coming Try turn on in my spot, tell young boy "Bun him" (boom, boom) Need to reload, like, come, let's roll M way, man's bunning (skrrt) Run to the bag, I'm running (running) Money just called, I'm coming Stuck in my ways, can't help it (stuck) Back then I felt helpless Now I get guap from rock like Elvis Big ZK on my pelvis Z's of the green and white like Celtic (Z's) Lines get drawn like felt tips Selfless, man share wealth, not selfish (jugg) Couple man didn't wan' hear, them boy there felt it (boom, boom, boom) Fish in the pot, man melt it Boiling water's, comin' like shellfish (whip) Up in the pot, boil, just drop Whip it and let that lock up (whip) Tell her to carry this four and a baby I call that a knock up (hold that) Changin' phones cah Davy Jones ain't tryna get sent to the locker (no) Cats dem call for deals, That's 12 for a bills, that's special offer (take that) Runner just doing up laps He should've got gold when he lost them coppers They call 'cause I got good product (brrt) Send out a text and open a zoo Tell animals, anytime they holla Just wait, I'm coming (just wait) The food is going Cah the animals keep on coming (trap, jugg) See feds, I'm blowing And if I'm on foot, I won't stop running (no) Bad B want a piece of me I hit her with D, she won't stop coming (uh) Money just called, I'm coming (brrt, Davy Jones) The wave's incoming, just wait, it's coming Try turn on in my spot, tell young boy "Bun him" (boom, boom) Need to reload, like, come, let's roll M way, man's bunning (skrrt) Run to the bag, I'm running (running) Money just called, I'm coming Phone up young boy, show him the pattern (brrt) Now he's got packs in arse Shoot like Myles, I'm good with a canon (pew, pew, pew) With this wap, man's way too suave I'm doin' up miles or ten toes trappin' (neoww) Either way, I'ma off this hard (jugg) These rappers are sayin' no cappin' Talkin' wass while they sit in their yard (dickhead) No cap, no cap, they ain't got no cats So how are they trappin'? (how?) My jugg is an art, it's abstract And van Gogh couldn't paint this pattern (nope) If I slide 'round there and I grab that Paint man red with that brush, all splattered No phone in the ride And if I get grabbed, I don't know what happened (I dunno) But I know what matters Just found a new plug Buy it or stain, I go with the latter (latter) Man ride with intent, man's clappers Intent to supply, that's mazza Still, this fish gets battered (whip) Young G just wanna score points like Hazard I'm gettin' too old like Trafford (old) Try run with the pack, you're mad And I told bro he was shady like Mathers (shady) Went to his mums on mazza Mad, sweets for the door, no wrappers (brrt) In the traphouse with addicts That's hella mathematics (hella) Whippin' up coke, that's science Can't tell you where the lab is (whip) Life's all good, that's timing I had to wait patiently Back then, I was riding like Viking 15 inch was a blade on me I know they hate to see me make this P so they hate on me Just sent young boy up to country Tell the cats dem, "Wait on me" Just wait, I'm coming (just wait) The food is going Cah the animals keep on coming (trap, jugg) See feds, I'm blowing And if I'm on foot, I won't stop running (no) Bad B want a piece of me I hit her with D, she won't stop coming (uh) Money just called, I'm coming (brrt, Davy Jones) The wave's incoming, just wait, it's coming Try turn on in my spot, tell young boy "Bun him" (boom, boom) Need to reload, like, come, let's roll M way, man's bunning (skrrt) Run to the bag, I'm running (running) Money just called, I'm coming
Writer(s): Paul Mccartney, John Lennon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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