Lyrics:
C'mon, let me ride your bicycle
It's so fantastical on your bicycle
We can get a little more physical
Baby, after all, it's only natural
I feel it
fipa but na God dea run am
Ajeh seh no be man
We go make am ,awa gon ma blow o
But lowkey we Dey now
Yeah we stay on code o
So many days I have been
like Halloween, make nightmares outta sweet dreams
Don't lose your bloodstream, cuz you don't want no crime scene
Stand back and stand by, and don't lose
Rockstar Lifestyle
Man this shit been getting wild
Got so many dead pottnas ion even talk about
Vengeance in my soul ain't make it out
Found sum better
Ferrari, I'm sorry, I keep blowing up
They call me the cake man, the strawberry shake man
I spray the AR, make your whole clique break dance
Backspin,
hollows by the dozen
If I got a funny feelin, ima' drill shit just because it like
Aye look I den' lost my mind in dis' bitch
I den' fell in love wit' my
get a punch and booting
Man get pissed when I look at the news and see his condition improving
I live a violent life, so right I only make violent music
me v I p DJ Khaled m o b
Girls so hot ace so cold taking bets ace won't fold
(Chorus)
Hey we go by the runners just incase you forgot we did it
a cheater
I’m a vegan so I’m a eater selling smoke by the pound you want a liter
I can fly just like my boy Peter high off life it’ll pass the meter
Trigger
a Bathing Ape
If i have to rise up the fire and flame,
This one will make a man dash like Dame
An if your in the station naming names
Then on road you'll be
by the
invasion of the other colourrace,with the sole purpose of
neutralising the subject in person of the other- race, and make him
feel inferior so
suh big it give man heart attack
Duh dis duh that
Duh dis duh that
Cya tell yuh weh fi do cuz yuh nuh tek nuh chat
Tell yuh tun roun but yuh wah ride di
Never play nice
Aggressive with the hits
Feel like Ray Rice
When I'm on the mic
Beat it up, beat it up
Make it see the light
Put it on ice, so cold
root
Bougie nigga in da south gotta clear hoes thru
Bout a meal so i deal wit da weirdos too
Dey pose to hate it
Gotta toast to dem niggas before u make
the fee
Shout out my nigga fee
See every mother fucker at the door don't get a key
You outside lookin' in, so tell me what you see
Its about money its
low-ride, 'cause these 20 inch rims just make it so hot
You know I, been had Twinkie, look at the pinky
And the link be all the way down to the nuts, diamonds
their papes
And if a stunts tried to play me, I'll hang her like some drapes
Puba's the man, and you can't run the flam
So take it elsewhere, my dear
Ferrari, I'm sorry, I keep blowing up
They call me the cake man, the strawberry shake man
I spray the AR, make your whole clique break dance
Backspin,
the two-seater
I heard she brag about the way he eat her
A Irish man, short, slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba
She do be lookin' weaker now, her
an einem Tisch sitzt)
It’s Downtown walkin’
Sweet mouth talkin’
The great Big Apple way“
Just get your broker
And any other joker
Money day by day
Jim
them no go take pas my turf
This bars are cleavage I’m a bitch if I don’t get it off my chest
Brain wasn’t gifted by a fat man who ride
Deers
I
Cuz I’m standing by that stop sign
Iont wanna worry bout my Niggas Dying
Man I hate to see they fucking Momma cry
It break my heart
Just to see my
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
pussy nuh too friendly (No)
One man ya have, anuh plenty (Wha-wha)
We need fi chill me and you fi den e grill
A breeze up like a Glock when it empty (Brr)
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