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Uh (Pew)，
Start it (Grrt)，
Big [?] make the money weight go up (Phew), me and dem，
Ayy (Lay in the back with a mask), get ready，
Ayy (Lay in the bushes, the grass)，
Grrah (Wait 'til he walk up and spaz)，
Grrah (Lil' bro gon' hawk 'em, he fast, nah)。
She wanna grip that, lick that, ask where the stick at，
Freak bitch put my dick where her lips at (Woo)，
She goin' all gas, no chit-chat (Ayy)，
She goin' all gas, no chit-chat，
Ayy, bah-bah-ba-bum (Bum)，
Here come that boy with the drum (Woo)，
If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run (Brrt, brrt)，
If he want the smoke, knock the beef out his bun, ayy。
My pride too high, never asked you for help，
Boy, you should pree the house I just bought for myself，
Still in the ends, South London, baby，
For what it’s worth, I’m glad you played me，
Now none of these men ever matter to me，
Got my girls, got my cars, got my green and my weed，
Know there be ring ring, it’s that money calling，
This that shit, you have to spend it to believe it, darling。
You on hots? B!tch, I'm on hots too，
I pull up to your window like drive-thru，
Come with shower, bullets, no bridal，
Put a TEC in your head like a bayou (Bah)，
Like, huh? (Like, huh?), like, what? (What?)，
None of these b!tches is tough，
I'm with the shits and it give me a rush，
Shorty be lookin', think she got a crush。
This week 'Rari ('Rari), next week Lambo (Lambo)，
****, I'm fly (Fly), I don't land though (Land though
This they funeral, start the service，
Say my name, make 'em nervous。
My pride too high, never asked you for help，
Boy, you should pree the house I just bought for myself，
Still in the ends, South London, baby，
For what it’s worth, I’m glad you played me，
Now none of these men ever matter to me，
Got my girls, got my cars, got my green and my weed，
Know there be ring ring, it’s that money calling，
This that shit, you have to spend it to believe it, darling。
English, English girl named Fiona, African girl, Adeola，
Body-ody shaped like Cola, back up back up, ayy, come closer，
Vida loca (Bullet), high as a kite, never sober，
Python, hit him with a Cobra，
Free up my bro, Casanova (Free him up)。
Yo, what's good, what's good?
Guns on the block, now everyone's shook，
Sweetie wanna do me on a late night, she don't even know badman been a crook，
Yo, what's good, what's good?
We got 'nough guns like Boyz N The Hood，
Ever since bro made, "Welcome to Brixton", all the opp thots wan' tek this wood (And again and again)。
My pride too high, never asked you for help，
Boy, you should pree the house I just bought for myself，
Still in the ends, South London, baby，
For what it’s worth, I’m glad you played me，
Now none of these men ever matter to me，
Got my girls, got my cars, got my green and my weed，
Know there be ring ring, it’s that money calling，
This that shit, you have to spend it to believe it, darling。

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