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Lời bài hát: Rap Ting

Nhạc sĩ: Bossman Birdie, Milli Major, Paper Pabs

Lời đăng bởi: fenghui.liu

Aint be in months, no gal at home Bar got the pirates waitin', you know them fiends ain't waitin' Impatient, can't drop twice, had to throw all my weight in When I switch off my phone, they only eat when it's pussy they're platin' They all come like a building site, I was baggin' them bricks, no plating Fortune favors the brave, if I get caught, it's mad what I'm facin' Well, if I get caught, then somebody's hatin' Big man ting, I only beef up, I pay for her chasin' Never been on the M-Way, and had to duck them undies chasin' OT on my ones, and I was the one violating I won't take no violation, livin' in my rearview, avoid the station I was beefin' scousers, runnin' the bando, masked like Jason Hands on, on, on occasion, all my soldiers Caucasian Black youths, they stand out, so I can't put them on, man, that's all the baiting In the kitchen with the grating, wicked when she whippin' that basin Can't cook rice, don't use spice, but 10-10 when she droppin' that plating People on plastic, way too greased, I don't chat to no police They ones right beside me, batting away, switching teams In the tea house, serving fiends, tryna turn one into three My right hand's armed and dangerous, don't wanna try G-Check me Straight up mazzalit, infrared and beat Rambo on machine, that's how we handle beef Our whole ones in the attic, with half a square of magic My opps can suck their mother, won't ever catch me lacking Can't listen to these rappers, cause niggas always cappin' And if we're out of function, you know we brought the weapon Our whole one or a onion, you know I got to stackin' Can't try overcharge me, I'm death or due to rappin' You know the score Ring who for a score Man step on that roar Get chuffed and get bored Yeah Whole of the gang be G's, should I urge you, ram police I don't eat no pork, no dairy, but man still gon' aim for the cheese I'm that guy, may belly the beast, major paper, wristless sheets Anytime I spend big receipts, and I'm on plane where the duty freeze Never went union, got no degrees, no cap, never got no gown Rude boy better come for your bitch right now, I'll put her in a Lost and Found Ain't got time to chill, no lounge, cause that's not how I make pounds I'm an ascot watching horses, racing you with a circus clown On the way cut for the guap, deep in the hood, sleep with a Glock None of you man got streets on lock, serving grounds in Leeds and Notts Only like girls that beat my shots, can't get money, hung get dropped Still got love for the London fock, still got love for the London fock Could've been a Muslim, could've been a Rast, car come standard, digital dash Future's bright, could've been brass, baby potatoes with the sea bass Breadfruit, breadfruit, gotta have roasted, plate with the ackee and saltfish Pirate's bow, you know where the coke is, writing scriptures, by Aunt Moses Thanks for watching!

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