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Swifta Production Is this a Swifta beat? Oh yeah Yeah, I feel like Henry the 8th No long ting but send me the way Some show love and the rest of them hate Some of your ex's slept with your mates, chop I feel like Henry the 8th No long ting but send me the way Some show love and the rest of them hate No treason and I'm setting it straight, chop Call me Henry the 8th, I chop Call me Henry the 8th, I chop Call me Henry the 8th, I chop I'm onto the next and then I might stop Call me Henry the 8th, I chop Call me Henry the 8th, I chop Call me Henry the 8th, I chop I'm onto the next and then I might stop Now all the white ten pound drawers I crop If they see my bands, jaws might drop I've been giving this all I've got Better watch your back if you're my opp Wipe the floor with them like you're my mop Money, threw dirt in an old white sock Hustle on down, you saw my block He's a free A-special, four, five glock I don't need no fake friends, please stop Think she's down to the end, she's not Are you gonna sit on the fence or not? If you see another guy send me the shots Or send one, gotta send him lots Man don't care if you benching lots Hear them coming when the engine starts I'm a king like Henry was Yeah man, I feel like Henry the 8th No long ting but send me the way Some show love and the rest of them hate Some of your ex's slept with your mates, chop I feel like Henry the 8th No long ting but send me the way Some show love and the rest of them hate No treason and I'm setting it straight, chop Call me Henry the 8th, I chop Call me Henry the 8th, I chop Call me Henry the 8th, I chop I'm onto the next and then I might stop Call me Henry the 8th, I chop Call me Henry the 8th, I chop Call me Henry the 8th, I chop I'm onto the next and then I might Then I might, then I might, then I might, then I might chill Take some time out, better my skill Throw 'em MCs, get set alight still All my life, consider I'm real Raise my flag, can't step on my hill Find these cuts that'll get on my grill If I don't buss then the N-Zoo, what If I don't buss then the N-Zoo will Man's too real, behind the wheel Like someone own it, signing the deal Might cash out when it's time for a meal Think how you want but fuck how you feel Out here a man's seen a side to the fill Inside, look at the sides of the hill Sides of the empire, rung on the bill Tie them, keep the past so concealed, man I'm six foot two not five foot tall They go to fight to five foot, ooh Look on man ting like primary school Feet ain't arc, keep my eyes on the ball Worked my way up the hierarchy I've seen it all bruh, the rise and the fall And it's not offense who I'm gonna call Balaclava man, I slide for your wall But I feel like Henry the 8th No long ting but send me the way Some show love and the rest of them hate Some of your ex's slept with your mates, chop I feel like Henry the 8th No long ting but send me the way Some show love and the rest of them hate No treason man, I'm setting it straight, chop Call me Henry the 8th, I chop Call me Henry the 8th, I chop Call me Henry the 8th, I chop I'm onto the next and then I might stop Call me Henry the 8th, I chop Call me Henry the 8th, I chop Call me Henry the 8th, I chop I'm onto the next and then I might, then I might Chop Chop Chop Onto the next and then I might stop Holy gun
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