Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sunday Joseph Lucky
Songwriter
Lyrics
BRA-TA-TA
You see me, I get love for all the people dem all my mandem
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Cole with the rap like Digga and D
Stormzy and Dutch like 'Free the young G's
Fuck who you know they might be on a spree
Dot my I's and I cross my T's
I get niggas wey dey kill with fashion
Knack you with style you go dey on short sleeve
Fuck what they thought me on hundred degrees
It's all love for my broski If he pulls up in a all-white Rover ball like Kobe
Ghost on the Net but online only
Most of you moving like you bout to be snaky, fuck y'all phonies
Who doesn't love a nigga who's good with the gram
They really been proving me right but baby I'm sorry
Oh oh oh, It's a different game
But I play on a different lane
I don't want no suffer and pain
I just want the moola yes I am that way
Stealing crypto, kick it like judo
I'm in the bando, bazooka like quando
We in Orlando, pop out like Rambo
I'm with my blicky, it takes two to tangle
Saw my man arrow, hop out the window
Ball like Kobe, ball like Iwobi
They didn't know me
Had to take the back, felt like Backroad G
(Grrr pow pow pow)
I keep balling bitch niggas calling
On my knees I was crawling
Couldn't pick up when they was calling
I'm in her pussy I'll keep on running
Had no TV now my windows tinted
See the ice on my neck and it's freezing
I was on my dick they didn't give me for free
Ku Klux klan rock black and white T's
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