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from the cops
Cuz it's a secret, like a mummy, keep it under wraps
So come on down and bring your friends, and rocking attitude
Cuz you'll be shocked

不喜欢你的态度
Da situation so bad
或许现在的情况太糟糕了
没时间和你浪费
请不要在意错对
Tend to be aappetizer
taste one
Matter of fact dat
ice crust gonna be solid
Like u don’t wanna
get

tryna smoke it
But I'm already high

Is you high? (Now roll it up)
Cause I'm high (I light it up)
And he high (I take a puff)
And she shy (Let's snort

wanna lick  they glock
When I grab the microphone, I can't stop
To drop that shit that  make you get "ahh"
Down on your face, with your the gun to your --

Girl, you were sweet as that first kiss
Now I'm lying in abyss
And the lust is always his
Wait, (Wait)
Try to understand this pain
Now I'm worried

Muh'fucker I'm tarnished, strayed from the harness
And couldn't give a flying fuck about your lifes hardships
Bruv, you're an arse lick, dutty like

breeze im breathen
Bucket seats reclining in
Ridiculed but never touched by any man 


1st Verse-
Black Leather lokes wrap my palms
Only remove em to give

Just look at you
You are the one thing that I can’t wrap my head around
And I guess it’s true
You’re the amalgamation of all the things that do

Played along even though I'd wanna go and love on her
She was missin some
Coulda helped days
She would feel her lowest
At the bottom help for you didn't

known
Keep on walking roads to home
Hey man, the bottle's empty
It's time to wrap it up and leave
I need the energy
To keep the message ringing clear
I

Yeah, Big Tex
What up

Money on the line
So we always on the grind
We just stack stack stack stack
Stack it to the top
Every city every town
You know

Thugs just ain't the same in LondonMother fuckers wanna bring guns to front n
All these old geezahs tryna run shitN all them gangs made up off thick

the talking 
Never wanna listen 
Till you end up missing 
Snatched up by my henchmen 
With a couple vixens
Pussy demolition 
Running to the check 
Thats the only

a good beating
Minister show up so you know we get that good preaching
From the front room, I smell the candied yams
My youngest cousin brought through

Top shotta fuck, them something pussy
Ha ha, big Sharc
Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Big Sharc

Bottega Veneta, vendetta
I get her inside

let me go. Don't let me fall  
I belong where are you are 
Let the music take your mind
Let our love grow deep inside 
Wrap me up and squeeze me tight

albums
And I'm not surprised you're on our dicks
Started with that handheld microphone in my hand
Sittin in the back room lookin up type beats just to find

You got your hands down in your blue jean pockets
You won't come in, you don't wanna sit down
Won't look me in the eye while we are talking
I know

pieces
Got put into my benz tryna wrap man up like shiro
Push it home my shank don't bend
Racks racks multiply by ten
Oh now i can't hear no pagans but

the kid
Or fear the riffs
This is warrior shit
Iconic

If Gods within, there's no stalling
Pick myself back up
If I fall man
This the tour van
Wanna take in

I felt her sleeves wrap around my neck, pullin me in to a new protection
And every day with you flew by
And then she took it all away just to remind

trying to brag or boast, so I’ll turn to Tommy and get Ghost, get it???
So if you feel it, GET UP! And for those who gossip, go sip a dick syrup, straight

up
No, I never learned to grow up

You are now listening to SADWLK little bitch!

think that your devil won
The fire mouths could swallow us whole
I will love me so you don't have to
Embrace in all my struggles

I look up