歌词

Yes yes Lets' go My money is Jezzy It ain't hard to get Last time I made a bad song Man I could hardly step I'm from a place that that your favorite rappers hardly rep It's strictly RG and tell my guard dogs guard the jet Five meals celebration Ain't a taster menu My brains a live show I just hate the venue Lyrics made me bread now From when I made my debut I have a heart to heart with Britney Then the day continues (continues) Too high, can't come down Losing my head, spinnin' 'round and 'round (round, round) Yes, yes, and s- you know the song Do you feel me now? Mans pulling up in a blacked out Audi Acting rowdy, bad man round me There's is party at my ex's yard but the slag don't shout me Man don't doubt man chat shit so I slapped him loudly Smacked him proudly, too cold get a chap lip round me What, man get racks in now G If I asked you name a yute that's harder Man better a tenner that you won't answer Never see that yute at the after's My mans fucked off a zoot and lager Yeah, wasteman Can't hack a zoot and a Stella Swingman round like a human propeller If his girlfriends cute I'll tell her She ain't going home with you I spit bars I'm chosen to Gonna make that last like frozen food Be da best in da world I'm hoping too It's overdue Bare heads turn when I'm rolling through Still cold in June Got bare notes can't fold in two Don't chat shit you're poking who Too high, can't come down Losing my head, spinnin' 'round and 'round (round, round) Yes, yes and s- you know the song Do you feel me now? Do you do-do-do, do feel me now? Do you do-do-do, do feel me now? Do you do-do-do, do feel me now? Do you feel me now? Man's pullin' up in an all white Rari All night party, call my Barbie Spit bars like Dave, Kick call like Vardy Mans cray cray call that Tom Hardy You can't out bar me Get bumped no white on car key No filter mans Marley White and strong just call me Charlie It's S-O-N-G-E to the R Get the best flow man bring heat with the bars Girls leave mine at 6 in the morning Swear down don't sleep in the yard Always rolling zoots and bifftas No guns I use my fingers I'm outside the box like David Luiz when he shoots from distance
Writer(s): Pontus Winnberg, Christian Karlsson, Cathy Dennis, Henrik Jonback Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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