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Kazza She wanna know why I still scream," Free all my niggas" It's not rocket science, they're still in the gulag After we done it, I asked her "If you got a boyfriend, why would you do that?" Cover my face 'cah I don't wanna sleep on a blue mat I still grip on my waist like, "Who's that?" 'Nough plugs ain't gettin' their food back Dick in her mouth, she chew that Birkin bag fit, trey deuce In the kitchen, crack the window, the fumes Coke is still dryin', it's ready by two Bitch, I sip lean, I don't do no balloons Overseas, snappin' the view I'ma fuck her the second we get in the room, hmm My darg took a raid, got more yutes on the way, the trap gotta resume 'Course, my youngin got things in his pouch (got it) If I tell him to drill it, he'll pounce (he'll kill) Armed jakes boomed off where I live I don't know why, I don't keep sticks in my house (I don't, I don't) I got kids, but they just stay in her mouth My darg caught a case, he's takin' it trial If it goes wrong, I won't see him for a while I flooded my wrist, that shit's rivin' out My bitch, she the cutest (cute one) Her nails on fleek, but her attitude stinks, she the rudest (she the rudest) Got her stressin', 'cah I had all of these Instagram hoes before any blue tick One of my niggas in jail for some food (free) Another went in 'cah he done him a bootin' (free him up) Niggas be cappin', I know where the truth is Multiple stabbings, but not where the booth is (no way) She wanna know why I still scream, "Free all my niggas" It's not rocket science, they're still in the gulag After we done it, I asked her "If you got a boyfriend, why would you do that?" Cover my face 'cah I don't wanna sleep on a blue mat I still grip on my waist like, "Who's that?" 'Nough plugs ain't gettin' their food back Dick in her mouth, she chew that Birkin bag fit, trey deuce In the kitchen, crack the window, the fumes Coke is still dryin', it's ready by two Bitch, I sip lean, I don't do no balloons Overseas, snappin' the view I'ma fuck her the second we get in the room, hmm My darg took a raid, got more yutes on the way, the trap gotta resume Different calibres (yeah) Bro took the shotty, ain't shootin' no cameras (hmm) Glass stairs in the crib, 20 quids how I live I just bust down my banisters (yeah, yeah) She want a real nigga that's talented (talented) So high, I can feel a paralysis (yeah) Crib came with an annex (an annex), stick got an annex (an annex) Big drip came with the Arabs (ski) Big bullets, I'ma do it like Tate Halloween when you starvin' the apes (apes) Biscotti, don't pass me the vape (vape) Real niggas come and ride with the wave (wave) Still ridin' my wave up in space like an alien (alien) Big league, big kettle Pateks are my favorite (favorite) I whip with the ammonia, it's stingin' my eyes (ski) Trap do three a day, ain't fixin' the blinds (ski) 30 clip strap on deck like a dyke (brr) If I'm lyin', I'm flyin' the nine in the sky (skrrt) Touch on her pussy, she act like she shy (ah) Got it on us, we can snap in real-time (ah) When I'm out the city, she hold it down (ah) I make her bust it open, FaceTime (ski, ski, ski, ski) She wanna know why I still scream, Free all my niggas It's not rocket science, they're still in the gulag After we done it, I asked her If you got a boyfriend, why would you do that? Cover my face 'cah I don't wanna sleep on a blue mat I still grip on my waist like, Who's that? 'Nough plugs ain't gettin' their food back Dick in her mouth, she chew that Birkin bag fit, trey deuce In the kitchen, crack the window, the fumes Coke is still dryin', it's ready by two Bitch, I sip lean, I don't do no balloons Overseas, snappin' the view I'ma fuck her the second we get in the room, hmm My darg took a raid, got more yutes on the way, the trap gotta resume
Writer(s): Adam Nathaniel Laurence Williams, Ricky Earl Banton, Kieran Roger Hardwick, Madhahir Abdulaziz, Cian Francis William Wright Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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