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Quarantetrois?

(Verse 1)
I’m repping my town nd city , when you see me you know everything me (me)
Hold it down for 243 lingala hiphop God Mc (Mc)
I pulled down

many, many, many oorus
Nothing like Nama Bengaluru

Bangalore's the place I wanted to be
By God's grace, it was the place I was meant to be
Formerly known

Makes You Feel Good
Words and Music By: Justin Busch (justrbusch@yahoo.com)

V1:
You’ve been wearing that breakup like a raincoat
You can’t keep

womaniser, (ashawo) Original orgasm organiser, (okay)
The way I organise am,
She light one
I wipe am
She like am
I thank am
She call back
I japa, I japa,
It’s

pastor that I meet just wants to give me handshake
How I turned one unbeliever into my current fanbase

Like
Oh by the way
They owe me something from

can't get there from here in Jersey
Till you get off, no way the traffic will improve

I'm going crazy
In my steel cage
This roadway madness
Is all

got a groove, the way she moves, yeah you could stare at her forever
Now here she comes, and there she goes in just a blink of your eye

I fall in love

work done" so
I had to stay late that night
And of course I hit a traffic jam on my way
Home where I always take a rightand so I

Took a left, and ended

In Merritt traffic
Adjacent to your absence
I daydream of you laughing
Of hitting twice then passing
With sunbeam slashing 
Through AC we were

Watercolor parade
Dripping down on the page
Keep it between the lines
Streaks of trees left behind
Promised I'll be with you tonight
On the way I

dodo on a low low, duckin from the popo
I'm known to hit the city traffic Grippin the millimatic for static
Catch me up all up ya' Bentley jackin'
Your

and bring the cunch lines back (brrt)
Fifty pebs in straight tens gone by lunchtime trap (trap)
Every spot I go, there's always Londoners and Scousers (no

a classic
The type you stop in traffic
And I don't mean to be graphic
Once I sink it like Titanic
Eurasian or Hispanic, I can't tell but girl, you're magic
In

know why I'm calling you know that I want it
Yeah
I want it I'm on it yeah yeah yeah yeah

Let me pull up on you
By the way you put it down I might be

tools 
Ok ok bare skin suit it must be ya birthday 
I guess its mine and you givin me ya birthday cake 
Bend her backwards and work my way

Crispy n***a

paster
Symptoms make u speak sadness
I learned from who he passes
Brought to you by these masses

NOW reep havic 
On the things that u believe tragic 
Now

You look a little too niggardly
I say you fitna be history
Nigga why are you resisting me

Have you ever been pulled over
By two cops in an undercover

getting by living a lifestyle thats been attractive
Since I was a young boy outside active
16 with a 08 benz riding through traffic
With pack a gas in

ones, scotch bonnet 
Wake up and make me a lil' omelette 
Drop by the bank and make a lil' deposit
Yes sir, it's in the routine
Niggas gettin' traded,

like the kind to do the crime then go try and tell
I get paid like six ways
Niggas stuck in sixth grade, be turning twelve
Rollup by myself
But aint

abuse...to escape reality. I got hunch...I'm going down the wrong path today. If you think you know more than me...than please come and show the way. Traffic

It's all about the almighty dollar
And that dollar losing might

You can tell by the fleas
And the homeless at night
Some got a gift
I mean, this shit

I've been stuck in traffic for an hour
Now you got me in your place, why you way over there
You say you just came up out the shower
Girl I want it in

flying by I can really see it go
Got myself a new fit you can catch my drift flow
Stuck up in the traffic that's a red light I need to go
(I need to go)
(I