| The feds wanna shift man
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| Wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man
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| Fuck that, I ain’t a chippendale
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| Wanna strip a male
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| Put me in a prison cell
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| Got me biting all my fingernails
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| Sitting in my hotel, listening to beats
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| My bredrin said that he’s in the rave, told me that I should reach
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| So I jumped in the shower, got ready quick
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| Pulled up in a taxi, text my bredrin, tell him I’m on the strip
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| I stepped in, went to the bar, made my order
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| I got my drink, I posted up in the darkest corner
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| This guy frantically jumping around and spilled my drink twice
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| But I really ain’t tryna fight, really ain’t tryna see no jail tonight
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| The feds wanna shift man
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| Wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man
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| Fuck that, I ain’t a chippendale
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| Wanna strip a male
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| Put me in a prison cell
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| Got me biting all my fingernails
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| Feds wanna shift man
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| Wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man
|
| Fuck that, I ain’t a chippendale
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| Wanna strip a male
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| Put me in a prison cell
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| Got me biting all my fingernails
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| What the fuck? |
| This pussyhole must’ve been off his nut
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| In the cut, jumping around like a little slut
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| I pulled him up, «yo, you spilt my Hennessy out my cup»
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| And still tryna run it up, it’s like this guy really wants to scuff
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| Flexing like he had something on the waist
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| Pull Shorty out the way, blaow, punch him in the face
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| Made him Shmoney dance, I made him rock away
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| We ran out of the dance, we could’ve got away
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| But we came back, should’ve gone home and hit the sack
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| But he never hit me back, I was like «that's a wrap», fuck that
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| Shorty found some gritty tings to keep us company
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| Then the feds run up on me and put the cuffs on me
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| What you know about four man in a cell? |
| Couldn’t sleep
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| Spending pennies in the pissing well
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| You should see my cell mate, he’s in shit as well
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| Sitting here, just waiting to hear keys in the door
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| I’m tryna buss this case even if I gotta get on my knees in the court, crazy
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| Trust me, Decs
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| Fucking hell, bredda, man
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| You actually got nicked?
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| Man, dickhead ting, fighting ting, fam. |
| Look at my knuckle
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| Fucking hell, what? |
| Strip-searched and?
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| Fam, not gonna lie, fam. |
| Strip-searched, they made me liff up…
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| The feds wanna shift man
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| Wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man
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| Fuck that, I ain’t a chippendale
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| Wanna strip a male
|
| Put me in a prison cell
|
| Got me biting all my fingernails
|
| Feds wanna shift man
|
| Wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man
|
| Fuck that, I ain’t a chippendale
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| Wanna strip a male
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| Put me in a prison cell
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| Got me biting all my fingernails
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| So what, what happened, then? |
| So what’s the settings now, bruv?
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| Well, man, I was just grovelling to the magistrates, man. |
| Literally just
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| begging for my life bruv |