Lyrics:
to Osama
Skepta the K-IN-G
Man start panicking when I MC
Yeah, J-A rules, but it's Boy Better Know
It's not Murder IN-C
Yo, there's some hating family
Never
Some man say it's a psycho ting
But them man are fake on a lypo ting
Us man are big dargs, them a Michael 'ting
Roll by on a cycle ting
Man better take
his face
A Young Nigga ain’t got time waste
I aint time for jail or another case
BUDDAH!!
Pop the clutch,rev it up, get it up
Bikelyfe man you know I
Shoutout that boy Rob
Ay
Don't remember where I was
Doesn't matter
Beat by pub
That shit a slapper
It's that East side love
She make it back up
Like traffic
And they know it's the free them boys
Dust they ass like Peter Pan, Treat the ho just like a fan
You know we be fucking time to time but I am not your man
a damn
Everything that you ever could give keep it realer than
You only after the diamonds you a little man
Be the supplier to the demand fuck a middle man
very routine
Them say them never seen mi gyal
Mi Beenie Man Twice
Fornication bad it ah sin cyaan hype
Jah Jah know mi love dem pretty gyal dem type
Boom! Since reggae music was a baby,
Warrior troddin him up in his stroller
It captivate the minds of the people all over
Anytime when it play you feel it
it)
My wallet gone buzz, never snoozed up
Wake up, thank god for my pay stub
Collect my peso
Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals
40 oz's by
Me I keep it 100
You
I know you flunked out
I give your girl life
Ooo yeah
Mouth to mouth
Rude boy
From the south
I like to feel the breeze
I hate
to feel emotional (that's okay)
Man, I'm feeling it all inside my spirit, tho (that's good)
Oh my goodness, not religious. I'm more spiritual
We about
and that, what you talking about?
Come on, man, this is just lyrics, blud
Easy, easy, aight, easy, easy
Talking that talk, I was a fucking bad boy in
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
BCB the team man
Busy chasing Benjis
I'm in this bitch with KB
In this bitch with Mar
In this bitch with Mannie
2021, Look uh
Okay, Its only fun
While
Feel it in my fucking bones
Did the instrumentals too
But what's new
The sky is falling come on let's go catch a view
I don't plead the fifth
I just
murdered, it's murder
God ain't put us on the Earth to get murdered, it's murder
Don't point your weapons at me
Seen the pictures, feel the pain, scandalous
man, didn't even take off my shoes
I was so chunky, man, but you just loved playing with my moobs
Look at the moon
It looks like it's full tonight
Like
not Justin Beiber
Tell Beenie Man I'm the one who got the keys to the Beamer
SIM SIMMA!
He get his shit lit up
Timmy Turner beam make his chin turn
generation, yuh mumma a did next one
Tell her, leff young boy mek him fuck di young gyal dem
A use yuh daughter money mind man, hear deh
She run go fuck
I could feel it now
Towel round my head
Taliban knock the building down
High cock blocker i'm a fly top shotter
In my all red rims like a high top
wit' the windows up
I be the young dude
Chief into kung-fu, with sun-do
Come through, Beenie Man you don't really want to
How come you, think you can
Gaithersburg, right in Old Town, the shit was insane
I'll never forget it, and that's where I met my boy Lenny, Big Lenbo, wassup!
That's right man, we just
the dope, son, Jimmy Iovine with the coke, son
Wise time fly by, I'm an OG, bad bitch with double D's
Nigga, Jordan couldn't palm these, feel the breeze
Wrap
the dope, son, Jimmy Iovine with the coke, son
Wise time fly by, I'm an OG, bad bitch with double D's
Nigga, Jordan couldn't palm these, feel the breeze
Wrap
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