Lyrics:
now (Yeah that's us)
MF come on baby say it now (Yeah that's us)
Verse 1 (Spade)
Yo listen here playboy we gone get that dough
Face of the Cartier tic
bubblegum is what they're wanting, ain't troubleshooting with you losers
Come get yours solved if you want it - me and my dogs like Jumanji
Call a spade
around the spade
Try her philosophy, try her philosophy
Try her philosophy, try
You die for her philosophy, die for her philosophy
Die her
ravages of architecture
Lend me thy blades
We're crossed and terrored ravages of architecture
Hoist around the spade
Try her philosophy, try her
NOBL, Christ up I'm down listen
Let's take it back, way back
To the garden of Eden
Eden is where the serpent satan was plotting and scheming
Now
forest they made
Work boots and muscle, shovel and spade
Crafted in beauty the groundwork was laid
Never to crumble, never to fade
And that place brought
cards right sippin' Remy Martin
Always play my cards right sippin' Remy Martin
Poppin' Ace of Spades don't get your face put on a carton
Look how far we
Got the ace in my sleeve and it's all spades
Playing cards while you tryna play my part
This ain't no act boy you chilling with the stars
There ain't no
wig
A mussi cartoon badness, peppa di pig
Pull up like a butcher and pepa di pig
Fork and an Spade deh yah ready fi dig
A shallow grave wen Harbour
rather messy!
Most of them went in the neighbour's garden
Some of them splattered on their house
You get the bin bags, I'll get the spade
Best clean up
dear
But I hit concrete
Late last year
The spade and the shovel
And all kinds of trouble
Came and stripped me of my natural cheer
This could be
Something broke through the brindled soil
Rattling the grass
Spittin' like coal
My spade came down across his spine
a terrible fear flew across
gambit with the ace of spades, I'm masterin' archery
Vermicular, particularly the vernacular
Specifically the fits so when I spit it's spectacular
your place
But first make sure that that's the ace of spades, huh
You know you got it made in the fade
When the worst case scenario's a big bowl
these streets so cold
Celebratin' with the Ace of Spade, pourin' up the rose gold
You would think I was in the garden how I'm pullin' up the Rolls
You
Drug dealers and killers I
Was on corners with (True)
Even played in the Garden like
I was on the Knicks (Swish)
But when I came through Harlem
All type
The Enemy
My youth was nothing but a darkling storm
Shot through at times by brilliant bursts of sun
And in my garden few red fruits remain
After
whip, I got a garden, it's lit
I play my part and I dip
Pour me the Henny and fill it up
Poor me, I really don't give a fuck
Rich me, like an ATM
on the motorway
As you drive by with the kids and the buckets and spades
Happy Days
v. The Grandchildren of Apes
Metal in the air
Brimstone in the lungs
It feels so far so far away
I'm calling every day, do you hear me
Where you going, I wanna know
Plunge the spade deep in soil
So you'll be near me
It feels so far so far away
I'm calling every day, do you hear me
Where you going, I wanna know
Plunge the spade deep in the soil
So you'll be near me
they lay down for the dough
You're hanging with them snakes so y'all just garden hoes
Wish I dug into the dirt you do
I guess I never made the effort
medicine and spice up the mix with Amphetamines
And lysergic acid and chug it straight down without breathing delivering nihilism and degradation in spades
woah whoa-o
Whoa woah woah whoa-o
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
He's a ladies man from Bristol town
Who played the ace of spades when the sun went down
Got
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