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One way in, no way out
The roads suttin you wanna do a guy for
Affi come correct man'a love the flesh
Opening up like suicide doors
Manna g'd up, manna clean up
Dope ting saying man'a doing my chores
Swung for the cheek, hit a mans nose
Blood's gonna leak real man flows

I think I'm a big boy because I go gym
She don't want a skinny man so she needs muscle
Plus she said she wants a big boy with a beard
so I had to fuck her twice yeah I gave her the D double
How do you smelt about money from squares
When I hit dance, I ain't cutting no shapes

Billing up a spliff, smoke more zoots
My bars real, I was really in the strip
Rap what niggas in the postcode do
Fuck all that old school shit you niggas did
None of these young g's don't know you then I drill him in his whip
So I might guess the picture 4 head shots that's a photo booth

Pull up, hop in the ride
Got a main bitch and a thot on the side
That niggas fake, he is not one of mine
Nobody's watching you blow
cuz they clocked that it's my time
You must be ticking if you ain't clocking that line
Feeling like young spray it's robbery time
Nobody move or somebody's dying

Cut the beat, moment of silence, my mans got a dead trim
True say you should believe in your barber
But he shegged it
These girls say all man are dogs woof woof
coz gyal wanna teach man bed tricks
Bad B shot I had that body flexing
She was ecstatic taught her a leg trick

Scramming ain't dead, my connects still deetsing
My nigga banging out zd's but that nigga ain't sleeping
Hella savages in ends man I asked little Reek shit
Chatty patty on the net little nigga keep tweeting

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