Lyrics:
couldn’t jack me 'cause
I’m not Ja Rule
Nah rude boy, what d'you mean? Go on then
Wow, Skepta ah wah di rass
I never knew you sucked arse
You might as well
out the door
Downtown is where I'm about to go
Got a meetin' with my boy Chris about a dope show
So I hail a cab, jump in, but so does some girl
gonna be next
A baby popped and locked in by the Pop, my job is my vessel
I look around the room I'm feeling especially
Sus cuz marriage seems to be
lady
Wanna give your boy the butt
Or was it my next door neighbor
Cause the dude look sus as fuk
Now I float around
Beggin and pleading
Screaming for
Well I was sippin' on a lil' ole' whiskey and rocks
And I had creamed my cargo short and Crocs, yeah
It was my dream girl
She's looking like my next
of the blue
a door slammed and a voice said baby where are you
her boyfriend busted in he grinned an evil grin
and said boy I'm a tear your butt limb from limb
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
virtual friend
If this flops I'm gonna punch you up
Its not gonna flop man it will go to plan
Yeah I'm still gonna punch you up
Who paints a front door with
made up
Sounds a lot like a set-up
Involving getting it back in blood
This is what you asked for
I'm not the girl next door
It's hurting you to your core
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
I'm articulate, I'm not an idiot (I-I)
Dem boy nah ready yet, trend they could never set (I-I)
This is the next step, I write the 2-step (I-I)
Niggas
beside him steady in her eyes
She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts
Two doors down the boys finally made it through the wall
Blick gotta brand new 50
Tf said shootin ain't in me
Ima spook shoot till it's empty
Not gettin no money boy you lonely
I'm show rock ima rock by myself
and got it
Next bid-itch is spotted for sex kiddish is not it
Lookin' for a dick (legal) bitch fo' the whole trap
That will do me stuey helmet hella'
the 2 you is not lit
Upping that stick thru the roof i be maxing
We ain't jack boys but my niggas they be jacking
Call me for some work what you want i be
There once was was a boy
Cast out by his kind
To suffer while they sleep
He's bound by these chains
He lives day by day
His mind belongs to me
They
Something like bottles on the cobblestone
I carved my name and made it known
The boy wonder if it's Pete Rock
Let's take it home!
For all my Gs who love real
came knocking at their door.
They'd lie still upon the floor:
He'd look in through the window.
For Man does well not to forget
That day or night filled
, get the door
Who's ringing the bell, I gotta participate observations
Got my glock, i'm surrounded by killers
Shooters not important nigga
Swear to gad
Jesus Murphy hung his hat up by the door
Said to his apartment: I don't wanna work there anymore
Took his dinner from the freezer to the microwave
a big deal, next Jimi Hendrix? Forget it
Man it's not like that
Man it's just like that I'm inside you you twat
Nah it's not man your wrong, when I
gin and vermouth
Nothing's perfect not just yet but
what a gift is ours to get with
Out much effort or regret
When off we cast our chains and let
Our
a different light
I woke up late to a big commotion
Wondering what it all was for
Voices screaming in the darkness
Fire and smoke next door
There
How do I tell her/him How I feel
Whats on my mind
I just know she's/he's for real
Hope Im not running out of time
I got thing for the girl next door
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