A txalo roun, weni, weni, mibe, mibe, mayansa, afi, fi, je, je, efu, fu, le, je, ya, wa, o, ya, o, ashe.
I ain't talkin' bout Fendi, when I say, I got double F, I'm talkin' foot fetish, bae, put them tootsies on my chest, ever had a shooter, eat that pussy and suck on them breasts, he thought he was gonna fight, cause Joe, I left him drenched, takin' couple L's, that's just a game, all the * I've done in my life, I really can't complain, I know Allah loves me, come first to stab, but last to pray, but he still blesses me with life and gives me chance to change.
Allah loves me.

I don't know what, but, I probably feel the fire, but I'm goin' down the rafter, my tattoos out in tattoo, calamari starter, Louis bag, now she calls me puppy like her father, my little bro a shooter, he don't care about being margar, 3J dot, they really went and took my clatter, distribution calls from one freestyle, who's harder, bro said my luck's changin', I'm still worried about my karma, she thinks I'm famous, like money, she ain't lying, though.
All over London, they know me, car buying them po'
Enjoying rushin', or getting rushed, but I ain't ridin' though,
shorty think she's got my dick hard,
but I brag to po'
She thinks I'm famous, like money, she ain't lying though,
all over London, they know me, car buying them po'
Enjoying rushin', or getting rushed,
but I ain't ridin' though,
shorty think she's got my dick hard,
but I brag to po'
Funny when you hear the bro rap, I don't * know,
matter of fact, when all the lich niggas touch the road,
Asking dumb questions like that, might just get you slapped
Cause I was born into this life, ain't no turning back
Fling 18 in this clip, and hitch another back
That's 19 when it's live, Mets driving while I slap
When I walked up on, and I looked him in his eyes
Stabbed him to bits while he screamed and he * cried
It gets dark when I'm in that ride
I don't think about nothing except attempting on their lives
Flinging corners, swinging knives, rapping ain't how I got stripes
I was really in that ride, tryna split a nigga's mind
She thinks I'm famous, like money, she ain't lying though
All over London, they know me, cause I'm buying them pork
Enjoying rushing, or getting rushed, but I ain't riding though
Surely think she's got my dick hard, but I bring the pork
A child I am, a child of Rome
Winnie, winnie, me bear, me bear my own son
I'll be free, she, she, and move on
She thinks she's weird. We'll win her over


Nope, anything to losin'








I don't tell her
They're all there