Mm-Na, turn that up, Young Madz

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I just flew Marrakesh, go link my habibi (Yallah, yallah)

No socks or sandals, I’ve been earthing, walking freely (Whew)

I still get vexed when I try new foods

Back then would’ve just said, “Yuck” but I’m tryna improve and not be rude

I might give it a taste or two

No way can she ask me to taste her cooch'

I think home girl’s mad in her head (Tshh-tshh)

Tryna be halal and keep it subtle but can’t help notice the back on her friend (Astagfirullah)

Who’s dookie raising his chest? Would’ve backed the machine if I was back on the ends

Back my nank or rock these men, you ain’t gotta tell me, I’m looking blend (Brrr-brr)

Shawty done already broke her neck (Tshh)

It’s the start of the year, I just flew Marrakesh

Let me clear up my mind and go and reset

Still not in my bag, get nowhere near, consistency, I’ma drop all year

Came out of neutral, I’m in third gear

I might times by ten what I did last year

Said I’m racist, white girls I prefer tryna trap me, some girls make me scared (Brrrr)

I’m coming for all that’s mine this year, if it’s not 'bout money, that shit gets aired

Shit was funny ‘til corn got aired (Bap-bow), toot, I’ll shot like Alan Shearer

Or do it with the minions, make them lure

When I sounded the spinner, don’t stand in clear

Before I locked off the barber shop in Point, used go link Patrick to trim man’s hair (Whew)

I call him, we switch it back, done stepped two spinners up, tit-for-tat

You come around here, that’s armed response, I am that lad

Open carry, the wooden hand, wave my arm, my arms a fan (Whew-whew)

‘Bout pull up on who? We coil and shoot then go link bro, like, “Salam my akh”

I just flew Marrakesh, go link my habibi (Yallah, yallah)

No socks or sandals, I’ve been earthing, walking freely

I still get vexed when I try new foods

Back then would’ve just said, “Yuck” but I’m tryna improve and not be rude

I might give it a taste or two

No way can she ask me to taste her cooch'

I just flew Marrakesh, go link my habibi (Yallah, yallah)

No socks or sandals, I’ve been earthing, walking freely (Whew)

I still get vexed when I try new foods

Back then would’ve just said, “Yuck” but I’m tryna improve and not be rude

I might give it a taste or two

No way can she ask me to taste her cooch'

Get hit with a shotty, that man’s, “Kapoof” (Bap)

Bootings, I’ve got proof, tell me a thing that you done for your block

Cah me, I’m the man they call to shoot (Whew-whew)

Signed or not, I won’t sell these boots, I’m still tryna source these 32s

Back then, got bumped by the yardie, man paid 50 pound per corn, that’s rude

I still got peng ones saying I’m leng, I take offence if they call me cute

She’s saying Authentic’s her favourite tune

My Lambeth tings preferred by the routing

I’m the hardest out and they know that’s true

Gotta be consistent, no excuse, I’m not too fast if her hands ain’t done

But she got shit toes, I’m telling her, “Who?” (There)

I call him, we switch it back, done talked 'bout the shotty I kept at nans

Put your hands in the air if your machine claps

One hand in the air if you slapped a man

Take a moment of silence

I went off topic, forgot the plan, next time I’ll talk ‘bout the holiday akh

I just flew Marrakesh, go link my habibi (Yallah, yallah)

No socks or sandals, I’ve been earthing, walking freely

I still get vexed when I try new foods

Back then would’ve just said, “Yuck” but I’m tryna improve and not be rude

I might give it a taste or two

No way can she ask me to taste her cooch'

I just flew Marrakesh, go link my habibi (Yallah, yallah)

No socks or sandals, I’ve been earthing, walking freely (Whew)

I still get vexed when I try new foods

Back then would’ve just said, “Yuck” but I’m tryna improve and not be rude

I might give it a taste or two

No way can she ask me to taste her, yuck