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Team fill my pocket, made a killing off the Uju | My Greek ting pussy, magaron yia ta founou | Niger man, I'm a top striker like Yakubu
Team fill my pocket, made a killing off the Uju My Greek ting pussy, magaron yia ta founou Niger man, I'm a top striker like Yakubu I got the force with me, Obi-Wan, Count Dooku Spear on her shoulder, I could be a Shaka Zulu I could even match your crazy, both crazy, both cuckoo I'm watching your body, got your body on the obo Got me froze, Han Solo, serious, Poe Tolo Watch the cat's eyes swerve right from the pothole Get it popping on the pedals, no gears, I had to fix it Link my killy by the Dixie, hustle on my Nipsey From Shrewsbury to Pittsea Had the star dog, I had 'em dogging like Tutri Gap tooth grin, I look goofy but I'm bookie She send a nigga pics but the nudes don't move me But the coochie might move me, that thing, she got the Fuji I just linked my nigga Dunga and he told me say nada When you get it with integrity, it's ten times harder But it's much more rewarding Any time I play, I push my chips 'cah I'm all in Need the green Carti buff, it's just to fix the distortion And I ain't no goth, I had the Ricks before Carti Acne cap that was khaki They were rocking Versace with the triple black archie I done my own ting, different pattern, Fibonacci Then I patterned up my chargie I ain't in a double R key In the mountains in the Archi, man, I'm major like Sharkey I'm from Southend where white man ah call you darkie Presidential like Mugabe On the M, I'm bumping Jah Shi with my wifey in the car seat Looking in her eyes like they should put you in a Saatchi 'Cause you genuinely artsy Had a raas 'cah they want me, them a saf, them a mushy Told my G that we got money on the way Told my shorty Saint-Tropez on the Louis V what you want Say me that she hold my hand, she gon' hold my gun You know there ain't no shame when you love someone Yeah, we got money on the way, on the way, on the Saint-Tropez on the Louis V what you want Say me that she hold my hand, she gon' hold my gun You know there ain't no shame when you love someone Yeah, fuck praying for the world with a fake pastor End up handing out a blessing to a slave master Raw feelings, need riots, not court dealings Martial law is in effect, I did a Paul Phoenix I was embarrassed by my surname for no reason By a man that had three names with no meaning Can't read 'em, head in the Bible, I was psalm reading Fuck a tarot card, UAE, I'm into palm reading Heart bleeding, gave bro life but he's alive so we can't grieve him Aren't even ready for him I don't trust the law that we have So why'd I need another forty-seven of 'em? Wavy like Max Pigavelli on a surfboard in Honolulu I don't do voodoo, rah, I'll do you like I never knew you You got all that money but you're pissed Because they're looking through you I can see your soul crying out 'cause you got nothing to you Serious operation I'm running, playing no games Used to scam niggas that I know and give 'em fake names Two first names like, I don't know, Joe James Fifteen, still had that panic in my cold veins Appreciate the struggle, no gas, I am propane No peace, something in the way, I think I'm No peace, something in the way, I think I'm Cobain Came in some Ed Hardy Feeling like Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy, Tom Hardy And they wanna bomb-bar me Sitting on the fence, they wanna en garde me My girl from Trinidad, I tell her pass through And cook what you want 'cah where I'm from we eat sharks too Dagger same shape as a half-moon Half man, half Harkonnen, I made a killing, that was last June Told my G that we got money on the way Told my shorty Saint-Tropez on the Louis V what you want Say me that she hold my hand, she gon' hold my gun You know there ain't no shame when you love someone Yeah, we got money on the way, on the way, on the Saint-Tropez on the Louis V what you want Say me that she hold my hand, she gon' hold my gun You know there ain't no shame when you love someone
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