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Sam Wise
Sam Wise
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Jay L
Jay L
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Venna
Venna
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Sam Wise
Sam Wise
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Jay L
Jay L
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Leon Jordan
Leon Jordan
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Hermxn
Hermxn
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Venna
Venna
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Leon Jordan
Leon Jordan
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Hermxn
Hermxn
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Let's go Aw, you don't wanna get me on something like this, it gets crazy My tax could've bought me a Datejust, my first little Rollie But I'ma stay patient, where I keep the money still low-key I beg you don't say that you know me You don't know me, babes, that's weird (Come on man) Really, if I'm keeping it real I'll probably get a mill', before a grow a beard, cheers (Yeah, yeah) My tax could've bought me a Datejust (Datejust), my first little Rollie (Rollie) But I'ma stay patient, where I keep the money still low-key (Low-key) I beg you don't say that you know me (Huh?) You don't know me, babes, that's weird (Come on man) Really, if I'm keeping it real I'll probably get a mill', before a grow a beard, yeah Give thanks and cheers (Cheers) On my wrist, gonna put chandeliers Make a few big bucks with my peers And I say what I want, like Piers Hundred, soldiers, men with spears Zulu, the way the man get run-up (Hah) Zulu made the white one ducka (Hah) Big smile when I first made one thou' Now look at me count (Now look at it) Marbella for three days, quick hiatus, I had to get out If you talking 'bout London, I'm not from North, cause I'm from South White gold from Lash, five-fifty for the bottom of my mouth And you won't get cash just sitting on the couch Ain't rich but I know what the hustle is about If you do F then my bro got accounts Shake it for me, break it for me, buns like a bakery Bape on me and I didn't pay for it Moncler, no fare, who payed for this? (Moncler) New fade, long hair, huh Everything major, thanks to the maker, I was just a young boy, now I'm on your radar And I count paper, travel in a seven seater Bro was a gun beater, he can't get a visa My tax could've bought me a Datejust, my first little Rollie (Rolex) But I'ma stay patient, where I keep the money still lowkey (Lowkey) I beg you don't say that you know me You don't know me, babes, that's weird (Come on man) Really, if I'm keeping it real I'll probably get a mill', before a grow a beard, cheers (Yeah, yeah) My tax could've bought me a Datejust (Datejust), my first little Rollie (Rollie) But I'ma stay patient, where I keep the money still lowkey (Lowkey) I beg you don't say that you know me (Huh?) You don't know me, babes, that's weird (Come on, man) Really, if I'm keeping it real I'll probably get a mill', before a grow a beard, yeah I can't never think 'bout giving up (No, no, no) I got what it does, so put it up We got Henny with the Coke in a jug (In a jug) I can't let you take me for a mug You know that that's my brother, that's my blood Pretty mamacita, pretty fleek Tripping through the city, got me geeked And all of you man are still neeks
Writer(s): Samuel Davies, Malik Venner, Herman Kiafuka, Jonathan Lelo, Leon Jordan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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