Lyrics:
See ebi better say them go respect you by love rather than Say dem go respect you by Fear
Buh all be respect tho but all in all make sure u make them
Ay, yah
Had to get the people talking
Yah
Wale, let's do it
I don't know what y'all talking about
Where I live they don't talk a lot
Hoes
said we are being chased by the boys in blue
Adam's with me and we know what to do
We'll meet up with Xain and Eggsy by the Baneswell Express
Then we can
what you want its clear
Shame, Shame, Shame girl
Don't you know that you're to blame girl
If everything you did reflected what you said
You wouldn't be
Was homeless, but bounced back like aye
With more ambition than 5 Wale's
No offense to Ricky, but I'ma pop rose (Rozay)
Get it all in ya, all on ya
it pour
I rep South Wales that's what it's for
I've got it all but want some more
Work behind the curtains
I don't care for limelights
Got the women
wants a get away
Vehicle of escapism you lead me to better days
Depression my GM, your love be my Chevrolet
I wish but I'm still closed off by the shit
C-Sick
New year same me but my life is changing
Fans I am gaining while friendships are fading
Tongue is my brush observe what I'm painting
Was in
Patrick, 17, 1997
Akira The Don, 16
Just moved from living in Wales on my own
To Redditch with my man's sister
But I dissed her, moved out
Got my god, right by my side
What to do, not me who decides
I'll simply bend and comply
All seems to be the same to me
End will justify
My, my, my
My
You took me by the hand
And declared, that love prevails over all
All of what remains
Ego brain
Man-made shame
Shame love after it rains
You
When I can float into the aether
To the aether
Piece by piece by terrible piece
No matter what you say
Your ego takes control
No matter what you do
exactly what's intended
So noted by the watchful eye of Mister Stone
Mister Stone needs no invitation
Mister Stone wants to take her home
Mister Stone asks
sailors you're still dry
The outlook's fine though Wales might have some rain
Saved again
Let's skip the news boy, I'll make some tea
The Arabs
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
sailors you're still dry
The outlook's fine though Wales might have some rain
Saved again
Let's skip the news boy, I'll make some tea
The Arabs
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
I am the streets, the future
I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek Mills
Big Sean, Wale, Vado, this the future
They gettin' money, they makin' hit
to wear that gold
Talk about the bitches I fucked and hoes I know
Holding on to what they see me as
But I'm the one to blame
A little fame
Shit, you doing
Teacher, teacher I don't understand what you even wanna talk for
Unless an interpreter's gon' come up there and talk for me
Because we don't speak
(Ooh, ooh)
This one's a real damn shame (Ooh, ooh)
It's a real goddamn shame
Real damn shame (Ooh, ooh) it sucks
It's a real damn shame you ain't
Just Dance
RedOne konvict
Gaga (Oh oh, eh)
I've had a little bit too much, much
(Oh, oh, oh oh)
All of the people start to rush
(Start to rush by
Rest in Heaven
Steven "Lou" Elizondo
I'll miss you homie
Thanks for everything bro
Dang what a shame
What people do for fame
And they say it's in
especially over England and Wales. Over the border in Scotland, you may find some clearer skies; its looking quite blustery, though, with brisk north-westerly
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