Lyrics:
on his lap, boy
Home run hitter, thought I was a batboy
Search warrant for the crib, you better get a map for it
Paid for, meanin' I ain't gotta rap for it
eat
I'm tell you like this, it get rough on these streets
[repeat Chorus]
[Lil' Flip]
Late night, if you don't work you don't eat
That shit is
to do this
tables seem stable people
who speak powerful
cowards you can leave and
get devowered by the greive
and feed off machines
collect that green
judged by the hairs
On my chinny chin chin
And I'm able to hit a skin (girls giggling)
Just like my man Puba Maxwell, so I'm smooth
Yeah, Kane, he get
Like a rosebud blooming in the warm of the summer sun, it's growing
Like the tale by the time it's been told by more than one, woo, it's growing
and they get scared
Best Grime Act 2015
Rudeboy, come and chat to me next year
I ain't new to the hype
Have you ever seen what I do to the mic?
Rap like
true love's bride
Be my true love's bride
Be my true love's
Be my true love's
Be my true love's bride.
When love gets old it grows cold
And then true
guess I just won't get paid
These are the days when you wish your bed was already made
It's just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
'Cause
the dead walk a little less clumsy than you think
Hunger pains chump change
Tell it to how his belly get when booji hopes hellions
Food clothes medicine
a million miles away
But it gets a little closer everyday
It may seem a million miles away
But it gets a little closer everyday
It may seem a million
just pass you by
So they couldn't be your friends because they wouldn't lie
Sit down shut up don't dare to cry
Things will get better if you
a million miles away
But it gets a little closer everyday
It may seem a million miles away
But it gets a little closer everyday
It may seem a million
the ball rollin' baby,
right into my heart.
How can you ask me to try
and get by with just one little kiss.
The kissin' you do,
I need a second
just pass you by
So they couldn't be your friends because they wouldn't lie
Sit down shut up don't dare to cry
Things will get better if you
hook
Here's the news you are but one
Fish in her back garden scene
Gonna make like a shark to be free
Something bad on your mind
Get it off, take my tip
to get by just to close our eyes and to sleep at night
I'm coming up right now
Just to plummet into the ground
Pre-Chorus:
I want it big and blue
I want
it's getting man
From the time I wake up and get dressed
I get stressed, and hardly ever get rest
It's '05, so I'm on some different shit, cousin
She
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
well, I'm still feelin' blessed
Get fully dressed, walk in the kitchen
She already made me a plate, kinda impressed
And that sun shinin', it's good
mayonnaise, um.
I'm the sickest nigga doin' it,
Bet that baby.
These other niggas dough I'm wet crack baby, yes.
Get back get back boy this a set back,
[Chorus]
The world won't get no better
If we just let it be
The world won't get no better
We gotta change it yeah,
Just you and me.
Wake up all
You get hooked to a IV
It's just me and my nine like all the time
We built for the drama me and my llama
Ayo, look you can't handle my gun handle
I’m
the stove
Perks and its lean on the table by the door
Shawty what you want
Let a nigga know
Shawty what you want
Let a nigga know
Yeah, I got all these
It's hard to say our love had it's place
But the time is over,
It ran its course
I can't let it go on knowing
That you're relying on me
When I'm
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