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Sebz beats, baby I won't call for my mash 'cause I got it right now Bun mans skin make him scream out, ow Side by side, hear my dots go bow Yo, sweet one, why's your back so round? Mm, she knows that I'm rich and wild You love me? Lemme put a gun in your house Freaky gyal, let me cum in her mouth Watch your gyal, I might come in your spouse Big batty gyal, you got a BBL, mm I can tell she a freaky gyal, mm Said she love my tender touch, mm In the bed, mm, bend her up, mm Bend her up, mm, bend her up, mm Touch the ground, shorty, turn around, mm Make it clap, shorty, make me proud, mm Deep in, I'm tryna give you my child I'm still having it large Could have pulled out, but I never stop when I start My tarts on power, look like they fast Loves rap, but her dad loves Nigel Farage I came on my jacks with a bottle of Jack And the watch all flash, but I never got jacked Teeth white, gold, black, and I got all them plaques What's happenin'? I'm bringing the geezer back And I'm down for the argy-bargy, no doubt All it's gonna take is one look at my pow and (pow!) Pussy out where? Lights out I put it on the web, I might share my clout Now she pulling off wigs, trying to get on my crown (what?) There's plenty of the white boy, babe? Pipe down (babe, just chill) I popped off, what? I pull it off, what? I get paid for wildin' out, pow! (Reekz) wiggling, jiggling, arch that back You know I like it when you sit on my lap I can't believe you got a body like that I ain't really into going out, I just trap Everybody can see it, know it's my strap Everyone gonna hear pow and bap It's not a beauty when you seeing it clap, yo Black bandana when I pulled up in black Incredible, I do it in dash Acupuncture, get two in his back Hunter, hunter, and do it in rash I don't trust anyone anywhere, that's facts When I come to the yard, I'm bringing this mash Eyeliner, when a lash, I like black I enjoy when the pum-pum makes slaps Still among niggas that are wicked and rowdy Businessman, but with drillers around me (true) Blinded by the lights, might skin your Audi Let's not talk money, nigga, allow me Have you ever walked in a party And realised that you chopped that girl That girl, that girl, that girl That girl, that girl, and that girl? Couldn't give a fuck about her rap sell Make a milli' off a hand gel Just remind niggas that I rap well (yes) And you know act well, letting off shrapnel Left it with that girl, Chantelle (boom) Keep a no fuck shit, gyally, you want fuck crack? Give a gyal rough sex, and she give uck, yep Give a gyal broke neck, usual suspect, ex getting upset Turn around and reverse it I deserve it, you got suttin' I can work with Yeah, it's perfect, your big batty got me nervous All the urges make me wanna go purchase All the purses, I know you're doing it on purpose And I need a repeat When you get in the car, gotta keep it discreet When she took off her heels, I was preeing her feet Keeps saying your bio, I wanna see the receipts, hahahaha (behave) Me and you and your friend, that's three in the bed No phones out, can't put me on no web If you love me, let me put the glee in your shed Nigerian ting with Indian hair She ain't never had sex with a millionaire In a big fur coat, catch chilly in there Want a Birkin? You can't put a thing in there Phone belly ring, give me 15 minutes Hear me? I come there All this rushing, me nah like rushing Now I can't see, where the car key deh? Ah, see the car key there, right next to my glasses, I need that, yeah Weed, money, and everything there Let me double-check, triple-check, everything there Brr, man, wanna know where me there? Ten more minutes and that me a say Ooh, me no 'member them gyal there Look, I soon see all of you there, brr Parked up outside, tints Man can't see in the ride All I can see, gyal outside Then the mandem are inside saying it's live Rob that, fly that, shot, and supply that Rolling with bro-bro, you're not like that, left it Still swing that out my right hand, I'm bestie Wanna come 'round for the night, fam? 0161 money, that's my gang Raps made five grand without the mic stand Pissed off when me found drugs in my nightstand Wristwatch don't tick-tock, it just glide, fam It was blessed 'til he stepped on, smoke, they ain't know me At rats, like Krepts and Kone If you know, then you know, man I know I got bro like Skepta and JME, boy better know Let that sneeze get more than a cold Fuck beef, I want war for the roads Gave some money to mum and some more for my bro Me and Lewis like Yoshi and Toad Yo, bad girl got niggas losing composure I told her, "Come and bring it to the owner" She wants me to shove it in deep while I choke her From the bed to the sofa, foot on shoulder And bringing her body in closer This snakey gyal wanna handle the cobra (mad) Telling me that in Man City Moving like Pep when he left Barcelona Before corona, that's still under mastery Rapping like that, but I'm still in the trap With the re on the M-way, I'm stiggin' it back On his stash, there ain't no Biggie with Pac He can ask for a decent fee I came up in a white and Lethal B And I'm still getting more fire, bros just taken three So I'm like Liam Neeson's beat Are you nosey? You'll find when you go in that couch If you love man, put a grow in that house I had Lethal B, I seen things OD'd then come back Still wanna go again now Look, this smash, I don't know bad days Probably got still or a showing that date You got too many questions, I ain't got the answers But you keep asking, go this way I don't do drugs, I don't drink like that Man a rude boy, I can't slip like that Me and her, we, what do you think like that? I said, "Drop me the low when you link, my man" I don't need no Valentine, just alibis When I'm outside with a bag of mine I'll be the MC in jail for the rapper that dies Chatting about grime, nigga, you're chatting about sky

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