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postcode: 8870
by Nickoe
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Bitch I'm from the 8870
Drake made you paint a six on your pinky toes
Be careful how you talk to me or you're turning cold
Make him do a belly flop on them belly rolls
Straight out the 8870
You might think you got this but you're on your own
Bank account was tiny had to add some O's
If I had to talk to me I would watch my tone
No I'm not with gang I'm from the fucking suburbs
Don't get it twisted, you move wrong, get left in the gutter
Rollin up wizards in a fucking wagon
You can't step to me, flyer than a dragon
Catch me sky walking, flying like Aladdin
Ain't sippin by fourths, I'm sippin by the gallon
You know I'm speed racing, Barry Allen
Catch me down downtown, no Manhattan
Bitch I'm from the 8870
Drake made you paint a six on your pinky toes
Be careful how you talk to me or you're turning cold
Make him do a belly flop on them belly rolls
Straight out the 8870
You might think you got this but you're on your own
Bank account was tiny had to add some O's
If I had to talk to me I would watch my tone
Fold it, roll it, like I'm making pastry
Danish thing coming round looking tasty
She wanna leave the room, get too hazy
But she talking like she wanna have my baby's
Nah nah nah girl you trippin different
Had to tell her twice "you ain't make no senses"
Double, triple up had to reach new levels
Other side greener, I just smoke the devils
Bitch I'm from the 8870
Drake made you paint a six on your pinky toes
Be careful how you talk to me or you're turning cold
Make him do a belly flop on them belly rolls
Straight out the 8870
You might think you got this but you're on your own
Bank account was tiny had to add some O's
If I had to talk to me I would watch my tone
No I'm not with gang I'm from the fucking suburbs
Don't get it twisted, you move wrong, get left in the gutter
Rollin up wizards in a fucking wagon
You can't step to me, flyer than a dragon
Catch me sky walking, flying like Aladdin
Ain't sippin by fourths, I'm sippin by the gallon
You know I'm speed racing, Barry Allen
Catch me down downtown, no Manhattan
Bitch I'm from the 8870
Drake made you paint a six on your pinky toes
Be careful how you talk to me or you're turning cold
Make him do a belly flop on them belly rolls
Straight out the 8870
You might think you got this but you're on your own
Bank account was tiny had to add some O's
If I had to talk to me I would watch my tone
Fold it, roll it, like I'm making pastry
Danish thing coming round looking tasty
She wanna leave the room, get too hazy
But she talking like she wanna have my baby's
Nah nah nah girl you trippin different
Had to tell her twice "you ain't make no senses"
Double, triple up had to reach new levels
Other side greener, I just smoke the devils
