| 100 reps, that money flex
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| Fill up my tank, my tummy’s next
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| Run the cheque, you’re under threat
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| Don’t waste my time, I’m kinda stretched
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| A southern vet, my suttin set
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| I’ll play the game till sudden death
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| I meditate till I manifest
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| Told him, «Hand me the paper and the rest»
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| Gwarning, I’m just gwarning
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| If I go silent on man, it’s still a warning
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| Palm trees, Cali I’m palmin'
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| Told Shan I want plantain in the morning
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| Pecky boys just Peck-naming
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| You still get it a corning if it’s calling
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| It’s a bad man movie we ah star in
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| Told the feds suck his mum and he said, «Charming»
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| Ruthless savage cutting through roots rapid
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| Move two package, get a few new mashes
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| Fuck around with the men in black, you might see flashes
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| In my ends nobody see’s what happened
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| Move that snow, pro white like a fascist
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| Might take his Snow White and give her pipe in the passage
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| She was giving man the eye so I left mine on her lashes
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| Chicks be giving us the drop on man then off come latches
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| I got heat in the stash, I got heat for the masses
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| SN1 burn it down like ashes to ashes
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| Chicks' mum say I’m a catch, and they say go catch him
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| Shatta in love, no way, won’t happen
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| I see G’s in the street, they see me and start clapping
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| G’s came up on us, not you and them trashes
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| Getting brave in your shades but I see through glasses
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| Take your hats off, show me you’re not capping
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| Haunted, delicate flower, I’m like an orchid
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| Sauciest nigga, I got the sauces
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| Red or the blue one, it’s like I’m Morpheus
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| Tired of niggas, fam, I’m exhausted
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| Anakin Sky, walk with the forces
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| Niggas been telling me lies, nigga, that’s horse shit
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| We got the weight like forklifts, so forfeit
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| Giggs, peps benedition
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| This beneficial, this demolition
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| Yeah, fuck that, this men are missions
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| These men official, this hella efficient
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| Fuck it, fish 'em out, yeah, better fish 'em
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| What? |
| Chess boards and I smell a bishop
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| Yeah, fuck a bitch but never kiss 'em
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| Yeah, always talk but never listen
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| All these rappers dead but never risen
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| Hollow always give but never given
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| Yeah, give them drive but never driven
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| Always give advice, it’s never hidden
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| Best fix up your English
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| Gangsters and gentlemen, thinks he’s distinguished
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| Beef set on fire then shit get extinguished
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| Knocked couple of times then kicked off the hinges
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| Cause, bring it back then click with your fingers
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| Ripped through your skin mad, sick then it lingered
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| Jumped when it’s jumping, sprint with the springers
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| Big Lion King’s here, lift up the Simbas
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| Yeah, heavy things, hench yutes get popped up, bury gyms
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| Chances look very slim
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| Get pasteurised, semi-skimmed
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| Yeah, cringy, very cringe
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| You know me popped up like anytings
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| Yeah, back shots made Kerry spin
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| The back stroke made Kerry swim
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| Don’t get it twisted, Oliver
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| Yeah, travelling like Gulliver
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| Yeah, that’s my one and I
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| Like her a lot so don’t make fun of her
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| Yeah, shots like bah la la
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| Bad man gone na na, bad man bun 'em up
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| Red paint, yeah, bad man colourer
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| Old school know I’m bad man from Sumner |