Lyrics:
that thing on me, Miss, yeah
Got the keys, what's the move, no deal, blues in the hatchback
Scuba Steve, real drip, no name what you're gettin' in
It Aint Well Words and Music by Steve Morgan, 2017
Published by Eddie Gordon and Steve Morgan, 2017
Verse 1
Go to meetin on Sunday
Yeah that's
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs
roll by myself I'm by my lonely
That remind of the way my shorty throws it
Move that only, Move that only, Move that only
Damn we in a room, I'm by
girl's voice, I'm like
"Hi, come on in, I'm putting on my bikini"
And when the door shuts, that's when I let 'em see me
"Hi there", I stab 'em in
you heard that a madness
Occurred in the ends
It was probably gang that did it
Have you ever tried to
Stab someone and missed
Their skin by just a few
Battalion advances surrounding their backs
In the night we'll attack with no questions or mercy
We'll take all they have and we'll drive them before us
on us
La la la
The stage in the rainforest
Nah nah nah
Yell it loud when you sang for us
And my brother he ain't never coming back
And my auntie she ain't
at bell centre
Big knife when I eat dinner
Whole team with us, don't sleep on us
Thinking back I didn't know, I didn't know
Stab my back I didn't know
Get
uncle sip it
Goin through itz that in my grand-mother's kitchen
Head in his lap, Grand-mom bitchin
Pocket full of scrap, plus scratchin and itchin
Back
subtract di draws
Add in di rod, multiply by a million stab
That equal bussing of balls
Sex plus bare back equal spoil
Buddy plus batty equal ex file
Black
the D-word
In that house by the lake wit the yacht is the Keyword
Fuck it, if he work and she work Da Band
We work on P.D.'s nerves
Man we probly gon clash
you're dead
"Always look a man in the eye before you kill him
Cause I'm a fucking killer by nature"
This is going out to
All those fake
suggest
Maybe breakfast
We'll get the same and you'll taste
What you slept back with in May
On mother's day
It's a shame that I have to kill you
No wonder
reasons I cant see it and these demons cloud my feelings
So the only thing I ask is if you speak to me you mean it
Had some people stab me in the back I was
local emcee trophy they hold so closely.
Then proceed to the nose bleeds. No seats.
No one's true to their word. They'll stab you in the back.
I don't
Good nigga, good heart
Lotta lives was saved by (me), salute
Bad Boy, Ruff Ryder, lotta money was made by (me)
Real talk
Large bag from Steve Stout,
in your back (back)
Look out for man that'll stab
You in your heart (trust me)
But don't worry 'bout me, I'm fine (ayy)
Give me dat style, that's mine
Or i put two more in that terriyaki chicken
You've just been fitted for them seeman shoes
This is bottom of the lake raps
Stab you in the back
Kung
wrists with Gucci belts
And pulled apart by Lambos
Suffocate in Marni
Donna Karen choke hold
Spill my blood with Gaultier
And use it as my logo
the round!
Fuck! It's your round dude.
It's your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We turn it
ain't working to your focus
But it all just depends
See I'm Kobe in the 4th
You know Kobe never fold
So if I got the ball
Imma ball for the win
Why
RAP BATTLE! BEAR GRYLLS!
VS! STEVE IRWIN!
So, I’m about to land in the wild
Coming up on my new show - Man vs Child
I confront the worst dangers
If
Cast our seed and stupidly think we'll never reap
But it all comes back in full circle
And when it does it ain't goin' be funny, no Steve Urkel
That's
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