| I leave the crib when my P’s are right
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| Send my niggas to your door like the pizza guy
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| Don’t be looking for no smoke 'cause it’s free, my guy
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| My akhs bringing out the smoke like a shisha pipe, you’ll get smoke
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| Keep acting up, you’ll get smoke
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| You’re not bad for us, you’ll get smoke
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| Come and run your mouth, you’ll get smoke
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| Like a shisha pipe, you’ll get smoke
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| I hit the block with my chains on
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| No tee, tracksuit and my shades on
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| Free my niggas locked up like Akon
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| You yatties selling dreams when you should be selling Avon
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| Call my bruddas to the crib and get my wave on
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| Couple yatties looking hot, turn my flame on
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| I’m with the clan, that’s my gang like I’m Raekwon
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| And couple gadgets in the whip like I’m James Bond
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| When I do a show, I’m floating, right?
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| Ex-girl's going mad, you’re coping, right?
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| «AJ's gonna fall off», you’re hoping, right?
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| How do you make it all pop? |
| Get your scoping right
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| Uh, and I always got a badders and a good ting
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| Bad ting, coming round the crib on a wood ting
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| LV, good ting, not a boog ting
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| I ain’t got no time for a broke or a hood ting
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| I leave the crib when my P’s are right
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| Send my niggas to your door like the pizza guy
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| Don’t be looking for no smoke 'cause it’s free, my guy
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| My akhs bringing out the smoke
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| Like a shisha pipe, you’ll get smoke
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| Keep acting up, you’ll get smoke
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| You’re not bad for us, you’ll get smoke
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| Come and run your mouth, you’ll get smoke
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| Like a shisha pipe, you’ll get smoke
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| Trap house is doing numbers
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| Now my money works for me, I take slumbers
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| Eyes up exotic gyal with them bumpers
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| Peng tings running me down for my jumpers
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| We wear black like we’re grungers
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| You man are pushing shit like you’re plungers
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| I’m a cool guy, now I pay my own bills
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| But I still haffi lurk the strip with my hunters
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| Come from country and punters
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| Money stack look real thick, it’s one chunkers
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| I don’t chill with frauds or no stunters
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| Dem man fake like Dairylea Dunkers
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| Take my Arab baby girl for dinner, then a show
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| Nando’s, Butterfly Chicken, it’s a go
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| Buss the pussy, she won’t tell me lick it 'cause she know
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| I ain’t built like that, nigga, that’s a no, look
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| I leave the crib when my P’s are right
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| Send my niggas to your door like the pizza guy
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| Don’t be looking for no smoke 'cause it’s free, my guy
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| My akhs bringing out the smoke like a shisha pipe, you’ll get smoke
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| Keep acting up, you’ll get smoke
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| You’re not bad for us, you’ll get smoke
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| Come and run your mouth, you’ll get smoke
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| Like a shisha pipe, you’ll get smoke |