Lyrics:
now
We all fam, but I be damned if they push my seat down
That's how we kick it up in the Mil-town
It's real now, but can you feel how we
at the circus
Hocus pocus smoking wordsmith
Smirking lurking around your corners
I been lurking around your corners
In a phase
I don't give a fuck what you're
at the circus
Hocus pocus smoking wordsmith
Smirking lurking around your corners
I been lurking around your corners
In a phase
I don't give a fuck what you're
some a' this,
I see you peepin' up the corner, corner,
Jump up to ma window place your order, order,
I fantasize about you,
You ain't even got
Down in Hollywood
He'll drag you right out of your car and kick your ass
Down in Hollywood
They're standing on a corner waiting for a sucker like you
looking at me like that? Do you like what you're looking at?
If you do what you waiting on? Let's have a conversation
I can find a corner over there, lights
my God, if you didn't know, now you know it
Inter Miami, you know I'm sick with the goal scorin
I guard my aura, no blind spots from dark corners
Could
Lord ah mercy
Bad boys, easy
Tek it easy and calm
(What is going on?) Alright
Well ah murder she wrote
Kick you like di bullet from a .45
reachin' for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh, uh
From one corner to another, uh, uh
Uh yeah, yo, yo,
Some got,
the bat doors rolling up
Kick gang like I’m Bruce Wayne fuck the ops
Lurking round the corners tryna fucking cuff us up
Flu game like I’m 2 3 pass the rock
Said we started at that corner store
Now its elevator rides to the top floor
And I still ain't satisfied still I want more
Got the switch up in
"Elvis, the atmosphere's bobbins
Grab that tambourine"
"Alright dad, let's kick a good beat"
Meat pie, sausage roll
Come on England
Give us
"Elvis, the atmosphere's bobbins
Grab that tambourine"
"Alright dad, let's kick a good beat"
Meat pie, sausage roll
Come on England
Give us
nigga)
Big BSF, big Griselda
(You ain’t make nothing we ain’t make, nigga)
Emerged from the slums
I had to get it off the corner
Rest in peace tats
a flip flop corner shop, Take me to the limit and I just won’t stop
I said a flip flop mountain top, Climbing up so high and my ears go pop
I got two new
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
we're importing
So many patches I've been hoarding
Time for the kick-off yeah we've gone all in
Mate's in the corner blacked out snoring
If you're not
on the wall
In the roars, see the passion unfurl
From every corner of the world
Brother to brother, love unfurled
And the magic get on swirled
Refrain:
Hey
Down in Hollywood
He'll drag you right out of your car and kick your ass
Down in Hollywood
They're standing on a corner waiting for a sucker like you
on the same corner
And now I'm feeling like a foreigner
I ain't the same dude I was
All of that youth is gone, I used it up
I guess I must've did so much, I
and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some
B'Gosh, Posh Spice husband
Couldn't kick it like I kick it, bitch, I kicks it
No cereal, like a landing, I sticks it
Wherever she asks me, after she
If you want to we can kick it, baby, joint 2 joint
[Chorus]
(Sex me) Uh, yeah (safe), joint 2 joint
(Sex me) Uh, yeah (safe), kick it, baby,
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