Lyrics:
the skills to dig in the Earth?
Re-plant the seeds that bear the fruits of liberty
Banks holding up a CBDC over me
And if you're sick of it like I'm sick
And I did it by myself
Because I finesse
If I'm splitting all the wealth
It's that finesse
My Girlfriend told me
She don't like the fact
I flirt with
Bitches fill my cup up ive got mixer but with no ice
Lights off
We do it all night
Know im getting richer by the sundown ive got mine in
Carry heavy rocks
It feel like I live on the road
I got my daughter the raise
So I'm falling back on you hoes
I counted up fifty today
So I'ma go get me some clothes
suspended
Got a letter for your parents but I didn't want to send it
I stopped by the crib you invited me in
You convinced me somehow to sip some juice
go on then, go on then
This is how we're doing it
Right about now yeah wunsen
Yo I'm like no other
Try come clash me, please don't bother
Put Skepta
boots
Till it's 2030
I'm a Rom Town nigga
Head straight
Never hella grimy
Where my Dej Loaf at
I need a skinny mommy
Come and try me
Give me gushy
Shake
Growing up, my mother would ease my mind by reminding me that there’s no monsters hiding underneath my bed
Or hiding in my wardrobe or something
mind
Yuh!
It's 3:33
What am I destined to be?
Who am I destined to see?
Dreams that I'll live by the Seas
Flipping Dinero 360 degrees
[Cash]
And me some
come out to nibble his brain
The camera's moving too close
The greenscreen's haunted by demons and ghosts
The devil's moving up the coast
Baby, easy now
Now, come on, little lady
All right
Dum-dum-dum-dum
Sock it, sock it
Ah, oh, oh!
I know a place, ya'all
(I'll take you there)
blue strips and they tucked by my rocket
Bleedin' every scene they keep tellin' me to stop it
Niggas really hate me, tell em' come pop me, over
Talk
Who wanna have a motherfuckin' orgy?
Word is bond, word is me
Smokin' mad blunts, and all the fronts and
Check it out, whatcha want and
Go
(That's some gangsta shit)
Check the original, y'all niggas digital
The pyroclastic flow, it's insane
Motherfuckers love me
Young ass niggas
gonna kill you boy, it would have by now
For what? For what?
For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down
Well
leavin', so pretty
One day, yeah, I'ma do fashion shows, I'ma walk away, can't fix it, bring it home
Girl by my side, I ain't alone, yeah, she one
slinging crack, I was seventeen fascinated by the stacks
Running with dangerous niggas and packing gats
Uh, the shit thrill me, looking so clean,
the grand prize
I'm entranced by your looks, come and give the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in a can like some Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small,
'Twas the night before December, and all through the house
Not one bird was flapping - not even a bad one
Our socks were hung up by the chimney with
You couldn't be a better playa than me
Even if you fucked every day of the week
I know you think you got
It like that but peep
I be fuckin' hoes
She make it clap, clap
Yo
She make it clap, clap
She make it clap, clap
Go, Jas
(It's you)
It's me, it's me
Baldy, not anymore
Got a duey
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
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