| Ayy, baby, is that BKay?
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| Rah, it’s BKay you know
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| Brigades
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| I heard my man’s chillin' with my man
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| But I see my man leavin' his right hand
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| Rah, it’s BKay you know
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| Most of them boy don’t like man
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| Your boyfriend a sideman, livin' off finance
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| I heard my man’s chillin' with my man
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| But I see my man leavin' his right hand (Don't leave him)
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| Most of them boy don’t like man
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| Your boyfriend a sideman, living off finance (Some dickhead)
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| True, I can’t incite violence
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| And I’m on licence, do it in silence (Shh)
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| Food in the Pyrex, doing up science
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| Hittin' them clients, dodgin' them sirens (Gang)
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| Name holds weight, no gym sets
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| And I wouldn’t be who I am now
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| If I never put all of my faith in my index (Bu-bu)
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| Had to scratch that one in my string vest, slimness
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| Pretty Puerto Rican princess caught man’s interest
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| Back got me impressed
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| Press on my buttons, I’ll press on my suttin'
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| It’s nuttin', in guns man invest
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| Now I’m opposite Queens Park Rangers
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| Shotty and a shaver, I’m dodging dangers, dangers
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| I got likkle man first, erm
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| He must’ve forgot what pain is (I got him down)
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| Then broski made it two
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| Whole thing went through, had to bleach that stainless (Ching, ching)
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| I ain’t liasing, blaze him or do a man quick with the shavers
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| Wait, he ain’t a pagan
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| Wait, there’s no way I can rate him, blatant
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| See man gassed about his Bruce
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| To see his Bruce turn bitch like Caitlyn
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| Patience, ***** got left as a patient
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| Oi, big man, hear what I’m saying (Oi, listen)
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| I don’t wanna get mad and pop this tag
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| So mind what you’re playin'
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| Had to ride my bird in the slammer
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| I was gassed when they buss' them gates
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| Get bread and invest in hammers
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| Set it, crash and we buck on estates
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| How many times did a mash been raisen?
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| I mean risen on numerous dates
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| Still slide any location
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| If missin' the shots, we swingin' them blades (Rah, it’s BKay, you know)
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| Had to ride my bird in the slammer
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| I was gassed when they buss' them gates
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| Get bread and invest in hammers
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| Set it, crash and we buck on estates
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| How many times did a mash been raisen?
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| I mean risen on numerous dates
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| Still slide any location
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| If missin' the shots, we swingin' them blades
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| If I see them guys chillin' with my opps
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| Then my lot step out, try get them guys shot (Bow, bow)
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| It is what it is, that’s a state of mind 'round my block
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| Step with a sawn 'cause of Storm or Iceman
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| Tryna X men like Cyclops (Ching)
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| Still get cut here, no high top
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| Opp in the car, turn that to a write-off (Maud)
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| Times that we stepped there two-up
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| Had an old skeng, need suttin' more newer (Fresh)
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| Roll high more time, not just the weekend
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| Don’t live a low life like Future (No)
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| Can’t hit if she’s stinkin', in bins
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| One place man should be beatin' with tuna (The can)
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| Push metal through meat like a skewer
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| I’m settin' it straight, I ain’t backin' a ruler (No way)
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| Bro brings the wap on the ride
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| I’m bringin' my knife, gotta back up my shooter (Bow)
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| Involved in angles, ding’s not manual
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| You won’t get saved like Neuer (No)
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| Hit a man’s chest when it coughs
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| Take sweets, these sweets ain’t taste like Soothers (They don’t)
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| If you get G-checked by my mate like chess
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| Wex, you’ll end up the loser
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| How many times have I got me a price that’s nice?
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| Make bare drinks like a brewer
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| Likely to ride at night
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| You’re lookin' to fight, might make it beat like producers (Rah,
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| it’s BKay you know)
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| Our camp, anything’s crackin'
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| When us man are hangin' and buckin' intruders (Crackin')
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| I hit bin cah it all went off
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| The move went wrong like a blooper
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| Had to ride my bird in the slammer
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| I was gassed when they buss' them gates
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| Get bread and invest in hammers
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| Set it, crash and we buck on estates
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| How many times did a mash been raisen?
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| I mean risen on numerous dates
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| Still slide any location
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| If missin' the shots, we swingin' them blades
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| Had to ride my bird in the slammer
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| I was gassed when they buss' them gates (Brigades)
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| Get bread and invest in hammers
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| Sset it, crash and we buck on estates (Rah, it’s BKay you know)
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| How many times did a mash been raisen?
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| I mean risen on numerous dates
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| Still slide any location
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| If missin' the shots, we swingin' them blades |