Lyrics
Yo
I hope my daughter don't have to lay on her back just to get on her feet
He's only a cap rapper, not a chain snatcher
Best believe, I'm passing that feet, she's closing the door
Put dick in her mouth, got feathers rubbing her feet
She knows I'm freak, got a taste of the madness, now, she's crawling on me
In a S-five no Solomon Grundy, there were days I ain't trust nobody
In the back of the class on my own in colly
I had dreams of being on stage, take a look at my life tell you how this shits funny
She don't care that a **** so tapped
She wanna sit on my face even when I look bummy
I'm from Ireland, conas at Tu, you suck dick, so gimme a walk through
I ain't playing his tape, he's not even top two
I can't lie, I hated myself when I cheat on my bitch, nuff gyal man ran through
Mom said, "Mind who you talk to" follow your heart, don't let the game cut you
Stay on your grind, and one day, you'll cut through
Get in my way my ****, I'll pop u
Racks come in like hello, these hoes got me feeling like Fimi
She loves coke and being on vogue
At the end of the night, she's coming home with me
My bro got dick in her throat, she's fucking around, she tryna come kiss me
I don't know, she's popping Ozempic, losing some weight, she's coming like
I hope my daughter don't have to lay on her back just to get on her feet
He's only a cap rapper, not a chain snatcher
Best believe I'm passing that feet, she's closing the door
Put dick in her mouth, got feathers rubbing her feet
She knows I'm freak, got a taste of the madness, now, she's crawling on me
Yo, Stacey wants snap or Insta, Alicia want dick on camera
Tina fell in love with her webcam, just to get across that her pops was mad at her
Don't beef with my bros, Liam Gallagher, we on a race to the top got stamina
I know he gon' fall in the trap, Knight shamalan
Heard he got brave, but he turned to a stammera
I got a bad B from Brooklyn, we don't FaceTime, we just link at portal
See I know about oppression (pressure)
But don't tell me that bloodshed should be normal
Shit don't make, shit don't make sense, but I'm living in peace
She just tryna be cordial, but karmas a bitch
So please trust me, none of these **** immortal
She said, "What you do for a living"
I make good money and my face is bate
I need a good girl, man, I hope it ain't late
I make a lot of honey, but got pooh on my plate
Some old heads tryna give me direction
A lot of these ****, fell straight on they face
I still got love for you ****, but look
I'm doing all the shit that I said
I hope my daughter don't have to lay on her back just to get on her feet
He's only a cap rapper, not a chain snatcher
Best believe, I'm passing that feet, she's closing the door
Put dick in her mouth, got feathers rubbing her feet
She knows I'm freak, got a taste of the madness, now, she's crawling on me
In a S-five no Solomon Grundy, there were days I ain't trust nobody
In the back of the class on my own in colly
I had dreams of being on stage, take a look at my life tell you how this shits funny
She don't care that a **** so tapped
She wanna sit on my face even when I look bummy
I'm from Ireland, conas at Tu
Written by: Liam Harris, Lukman Onilenla, Matteo Serra


