Lyrics Mma - Delta Arthur

Mma

When the sun is up
We play rugby
When it’s down
When it’s night
We go robbing
We just wanna up our pockets, yuh
We just wanna up our pockets, yuh
We just wanna up our pockets, yuh
We just wanna up our pockets
Bitch, I’m in the small fucking city
Which is fucking grey
Bitch, I been grinding all day
Do I feel great?
Do I feel dead?
Somewhere in between, bitch
Someone in Ukraine is stuck
Wanting to get rich rich
Let me pay my duty
Everyday like Call of Duty
Ever played this game, fucker?
People are dead, fucker
Let me get my bread, fucker
Let me get to the guala
Let me get to the guala
I don’t give a fuck no more
Hot head, cold heart
Hot head, cold heart
Hot head, cold heart
Hot head, cold hearted
Hot head, cold hearted
Hot head, cold hearted
Hot head, cold hearted
Hot head, cold hearted
All my homies do MMA or motherfucking boxing
Anyway, we got' put you in the box, bitch (let's go)
You gon' die (die)
You gon' die (let's go)
You gon' die (die)
You gon' die
When the sun is up
We play rugby
When it’s down
When it’s night
We go robbing
We just wanna up our pockets, yuh
We just wanna up our pockets, yuh
We just wanna up our pockets, yuh
We just wanna up our pockets
All my homies wanna fight (fight)
They don’t care with who
They don’t care why (why)
Fucking suicide was on my fucking mind (suicide)
Slit my fucking wrist
Thanks god she saved my life (delta, on god)
I was this close to death
I am this close to prison
I was this close to going crazy
Life had no reason
Now I keep drugs out of my system
They almost killed me
Fuck the police
I still slang dope that’s my business
Hot head, cold heart
Hot head, cold heart
Hot head, cold heart
Hot head, cold hearted
Hot head, cold hearted
Hot head, cold hearted
Hot head, cold hearted
Hot head, cold hearted
Shank on me, shame on me, this is not London
Shank on me, shame on me, this is Mykolaiv
Let’s go, let’s go this pistol might be firearm or traumatic
Things might get to dramatic both for you and your baby
All my homies do MMA or motherfucking boxing (what)
Anyway, we got' put you in the box, bitch (what)
You gon' die yeah
You gon' die (what)
You gon' die yeah
You gon' die (Nikolaev)
When the sun is up
We play rugby
When it’s down
When it’s night
We go robbing
We just wanna up our pockets, yuh
We just wanna up our pockets, yuh
We just wanna up our pockets, yuh
We just wanna up our pockets