| Got dis Nokia twerkin'
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| As long as the reception’s good in the bando, set up that shop, start workin'
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| This Z come back twenty seven
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| No way could it come twenty two like suburbans
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| The gang still swervin' in Germans
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| Didn’t drop man
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| Get away from your set, we emergin'
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| Chop that work then bag it
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| Cling it, repair that upsuh, we’re servin'
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| I’m settin' up shop in the OT spot
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| Three days manna get that twerkin'
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| They askin why I’m still servin'
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| I tell her the music ain’t enough earnings
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| Suttin' just got murdered
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| Now I’m sippin' my tea like Kermit (ha)
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| Unlimited grub, unlimited spots, swear that I just be workin'
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| Trap boy, good with the Jap boys and all round here we slap toys
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| I grab the dough they all get dasheen
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| Come cash, might get served by a black boy
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| Yo don’t get drilled on the back way
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| Free in the day of the life man it’s that way
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| The aigons make that noise
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| Ultra attack and we ain’t no react boys
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| I ducked them views on the mains and up till now i still, can’t explain
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| I’m a beast that will never be tamed
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| I flew like pigeons the whole hood flames
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| Serani no games, he park it OK, baby just do what I say
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| You’re far from, you’re up kway
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| But boy, I’d better mind what I say
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| Trap boy, trap boy, when I’m low on the dough man jap boy (come here)
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| Opp block search and attack boy (come here)
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| Smash that man down till he’s nuttin' but racks boy
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| Man’s lettin' dem fly like Fat Boy
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| Trapped out, you know man’s in and out flats boy
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| Dem nosy neighbours preein' me mad like, ugh, look at this black boy (racist)
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| I’m in OT lookin' like a rif raff
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| Chit-chat out 'ere tryna get rich that
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| Got dots in abundance, hundreds, shots I quickly hit that
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| See an opp on the mains, got a skeng in my palm, man’s tryna go lift that
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| Push the whip back, I ain’t into no chitchat
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| Do a man jump out and then go fish that
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| Got dis Nokia twerkin'
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| As long as the reception’s good in the bando, set up that shop, start workin'
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| This Z come back twenty seven
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| No way could it come twenty two like suburbans
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| The gang still swervin' in Germans
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| Didn’t drop man
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| Get away from your set, we emergin'
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| Chop that work then bag it
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| Cling it, repair that upsuh, we’re servin'
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| I’m settin' up shop in the OT shop
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| Three days manna get that twerkin'
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| They askin why I’m still servin'
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| I tell her the music ain’t enough earnings
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| Suttin' just got murdered
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| Now I’m sippin' my tea like Kermit (ha)
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| Unlimited grub, unlimited spots, swear that I just be workin'
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| I took a little trip to the broadway but its got hotter than a bop with a baby
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| I do that drill then search, get low, look for the corn like it’s slavery
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| How that yute try slander my name
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| You ain’t game, your behavior’s gazy
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| I’m up for the bag first thing on the AM when you’re laying bed being lazy
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| Grab that cling foil wrap that tight increase everything goes
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| I still be grippin' my stainless, two grips, two seconds, one, he’s there
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| Try slide round there, blame yourself when you’re layin' in intensive care
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| Free Saucy I wish he was here, no jewels bro would’ve beat his hair
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| Yo, swing to the left
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| Nah, I can’t share my secret
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| What happens in the rex gon' stay in the rex
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| I can’t cuff that ting I just have my fun and I play with her necks
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| Two packs in the rex, my nicks done said it was the best
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| Nah, you can’t play with the set
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| Better move out, get blades in your head
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| Better move out, get blades in your wig
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| I got a soft spot for my sweet one
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| But I love chillin' with my Asian ting
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| Mum said bring home an African one
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| But I’m in love with Jamaican tings
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| Quit tellin' I’m up with a heart
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| That one was amazing flip
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| See an opp man is blazin' whip
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| Got dis Nokia twerkin'
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| As long as the reception’s good in the bando, set up that shop, start workin'
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| This Z come back twenty seven
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| No way could it come twenty two like suburbans
|
| The gang still swervin' in Germans
|
| Didn’t drop man
|
| Get away from your set, we emergin'
|
| Chop that work then bag it
|
| Cling it, repair that upsuh, we’re servin'
|
| I’m settin' up shop in the OT shop
|
| Three days manna get that twerkin'
|
| They askin why I’m still servin'
|
| I tell her the music ain’t enough earnings
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| Suttin' just got murdered
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| Now I’m sippin' my tea like Kermit (ha)
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| Unlimited grub, unlimited spots, swear that I just be workin' |