| All black trackie make you nauseous
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| Brick so fleeky, yeah, she flawless
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| Around so many trees, it be feelin' like a forest
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| Yeah, and I do it like I’m lawless
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| I do it, large portions
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| Vacuum seal the plastic now it’s lookin' gorgeous
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| Supplyin' crisp packets, yeah it ain’t no walkers
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| Stay away from bitchy jiggas, they just talkers
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| Reminiscing times, billin' su’um in a Raw riz
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| And they got no money, yeah, they can’t afford this
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| Uh, they can’t afford piss
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| These jiggas entertain gyal, they do up French kiss
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| I do up nastiness, she give my dick her full lips
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| Full lips, bando boy, tell my young G, hold it
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| Sunday night, break a pack, I kick some ball quick
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| And we don’t forfeit, came up through the losses
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| Make a toast, yeah, we raise our glasses
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| Council flat and I’m waitin' on my homie
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| He just got the Re and this ain’t homie
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| If we ain’t got no relations, please don’t phone me
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| I don’t want no fake yutes, I’d rather do up lonely, yeah
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| I’d rather do up lonely
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| I’m with Facey, I’m with Tony
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| Got this paper, it’s all on me
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| Leave a paper trail on me, yeah
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| You can smell the paper on me, yeah
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| Roll with a couple, I’m still sucker free
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| Need that large portion, stack lookin' Philly cheese
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| In an empty car park curly ting she suckin' me
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| No names, no shame, we all sinners
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| So Ima use a code name
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| She’s Francesca, she’s from London
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| She ain’t Leicester and I tell her that my name is
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| Alessandro with the Nesta
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| Trappin' in Fiestas
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| Making money, have fiestas
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| Until then I can’t rest cuz nah
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| Black and yellow, I ain’t Wiz cuz
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| Uh, Huncho givin' out these big buds
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| Theres cologne so this bud we can’t stink of
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| I see police so we going for quick runs
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| Council flat and I’m waitin' on my homie
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| He just got the Re and this ain’t homie
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| If we ain’t got no relations, please don’t phone me
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| I don’t want no fake yutes, I’d rather do up lonely, yeah
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| I’d rather do up lonely
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| I’m with Facey, I’m with Tony
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| Got this paper, it’s all on me
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| Leave a paper trail only, yeah
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| You can smell the paper on me, yeah |