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[Verse 1: Skengdo]
What on earth do you mean?
Aydee he already got splashed
Oboy’s a fucking a neek
The fucking cheek, I ain’t ever seen don in the field
But he wan’ talk about me
I heard it was you in the cab
Bussing red lights like twice in a week
Anything green get what?
Leave that to the Tottenham G’s
Sick and tired of the foolishness
Like why they keep running from me?
Baghdad, you ain’t gang can’t come round me
But I’m open to make this money
Wanna make bands come fuck with me
We might just blow in the music
But we might just smoke them neeks
The life that we live is risky
The Five’O wanna handle me
See me 6ft under
Or behind them bars it’s peak
You would think I’m Not3s with my lover
But my lover puts man to sleep
Shit then fuck this splash
Fuck this shit then splash your g’s
I’m 410 crashers bro
F block, or FB, 4T
Came with the most darg
But you never did come for me
Your shit didn’t bang
We came round with the big botty

[Verse 2: Jayslapit]
Feds chase, could of lost a new wap
But I know better than that
Late nights just doing up crash
I really don’t give a toss if you lack
Either way ain’t me getting stabbed
Still do road in my Nike Air Max
Big dot dot if a boy want chat
Or the three two spins, take off mans hat
Feds chase, could of lost a new wap
But I know better than that
Late nights just doing up crash
I really don’t give a toss if you lack
Either way ain’t me getting stabbed
Still do road in my Nike Air Max
Big dot dot if a boy want chat
Or the three two spins, take off mans hat
Bout’ bootings, who have you shot?
Just got hold of a new pretty dots
That’s plenty of corn for them opps
Their block protected by cops
Still get round broad day no toss
Who got smoked in Prince and who got cheffed at twins?
Let me not talk about tips
Like how many been smashed in?
Your olders hide in whips
Running red lights where’s all them sticks?
KuKu what?
Ay Loose dun ran with his bitch
[?], nuttin got hit
Aim on fleek
Aim on fleek so I can’t miss

[Verse 3: AM]
True I got [?] like Marcus
Ice on my T like Lipton
See the pack come way too risky
Same colour as Homer Simpson
Or two 25 it’s 50
Big bro crash corn at a distance
See the odds like 40/60
It was two two corn so he missed him (Damn)
Oboy’s broke and he ain’t on piss
So he says my name tryna gain some bread
You don’t wanna spend some nights in the trap
That’s the third place Aydee got cheffed
Girls in the gym tryna gain some strength
Niggas just dashed so he shoulda done legs
Ya dumb bitch, are you not tryna gain some bread?
If you know Tin then you must know Rat
Then you must know Skeng, then you must know me
If you know me, then you know GD
Then you must know [?] then you must know T, S
Slickz and you must know OD
Arms and you must know BT
Rendz and Y.AM
I was with KKrash, how about that
Hammer on deck
Who’s carrying shanks?
Bally on my face, like I’m running in banks
So I [?] to the cats, they don’t know about frank
Brixton Baghdad Bully
Finna walk around in a hoodie
Finna phone GD, whats goodie?
Finna get food in Wooly
Food for the cats thats I am
If AM, who I am
Back my shank cause I am sick of the opps them lying
Sick of the opps them lying

[Verse:]
And I’ve been drifting off on knowledge
Cat-calls on cat-walks, man these women getting solemn
I could sing a song for a Solomon or Salamander
We took a flight at midnight and now my mind can’t help but wonder:
How come?
Spoon-fed pluralized eyes to find the beaches in the forest
When I’m looking off the edge, I preach my gut it can’t help but ignore it
I’m climbing up the walls cause all the shit I hear is boring
All the shit I do is boring, all these record labels boring
I don’t trust these record labels, I’m torn
All these people on the planet working 9 to 5 just to stay alive
The 9 to 5 just to stay alive, the 9 to 5 just to stay alive
The 9 to 5 just to stay alive, the 9 to 5 just to stay alive
The 9 to 5 just to stay alive, the 9 to 5 just to stay alive
All the people on the planet working 9 to 5 just to stay alive, how come?

[Hook:]
What goes up ghost around
Ghost around, around, around, around
What goes up ghost around
Ghost around, around, around, around
What goes up ghost around
Ghost around, around, around, around

[Bridge:]
Around, around, around, around, around, around, around
Around, around, around, around, around, around, around
Around, around, around, around, around, around, around

[Outro:]
Soul not for sale
Probably won’t make no money off this, oh well
Reap what you sow
Perfection is so, mmm

(Lover…)

[Verse 1]
My homies always wonder I keep a girl on my tip
I ain’t the cutest muthafucka and I got big lips
But when I do with what I got with a freak on my side
Get your hoes in check, and yo, what the heck
I eat pussy, and you can even call me a pro
Let me get a napkin and knife and fork—where’s the hoe?
A connoisseur, I’m ready, willing, and pure
A long tongue to get a bitch sprung
Because I’m the type of nigga that won’t say much
But if you got a big ass, fill the glass
With a little more Hennessy
And the pussy right now is looking pretty to me
So come on, girl, get your ass under the covers
And let me show you first hand why I’m the Lick ‘Em Low Lover

[Chorus]
(Lover…) Lick ‘em lower, lick ‘em lower
(Lover…) Lick ‘em lower, lick ‘em lower

[Verse 2]
Papa was a candy layer, so you can call me Baby Snickers
And we had plenty of visitors
‘Cause anytime mama was gone
Daddy had it goin’ on, to the break of dawn
I used to peep in the hole of the door
And all I saw was feet in the air, and my daddy’s face below
And we was suckin’ and suckin’
But I was tryna figure out why they wasn’t fuckin’ (yo, yo)
But back to the matter at mouth, I mean, the matter at hand
And all I could say was just “Damn!”
If he doin’ what I think he is, lickin’ pussy like a sucker
And that was the birth of the Lick ‘Em Low Lover

[Chorus]
(Lover…) Lick ‘em lower, lick ‘em lower
(Lover…) Lick ‘em lower, lick ‘em lower
(Lover…) Lick ‘em lower, lick ‘em lower
(Lover…) Lick ‘em lower, lick ‘em lower

[Verse 3]
In high school, I was voted “Most Likely to Go Down Under”
And I had more hoes than a street corner
They used to call me Daddy Long Stroke
It was an inside joke ‘cause I was pumpin’ the throats
I mean, hoe after hoe after bitch after bitch
I got a little rich and then came a freak bitch
Named Erica, legs and long hair and a
Booty that’ll make a nigga think she was wearin’ no
Panties or nothin’, bumpin’, I wish she was
She made me an offer that I couldn’t refuse
Butt booty naked I got, she was hotter than hot
I had to licky-licky-licky-licky-licky-licky
Lick her where the sun don’t shine
Took a sip of wine, and prepared for the tongue grind
I licked her up and down and she was mine
I bit her pussy and had her screamin’ and fartin’ at the same time
(Lover…)

[Intro]
One, two, three, four

[Chorus]
She looks like fun
She looks like fun
She looks like fun
She looks like

[Verse 1]
Smile like you’ve got a straw in something tropical
I’ve got the party plugged right into my skull
Wayne Manor, what a memorable N.Y.E

[Chorus]
(She looks like fun)
Good morning
(She looks like fun)
Cheeseburger
(She looks like fun)
Snowboarding
(She looks like)

[Verse 2]
Finally, I can share with you through cloudy skies
Every whimsical thought that enters my mind
There ain’t no limit to the length of the dickheads we can be

[Chorus]
(She looks like fun)
Bukowski
(She looks like fun)
Dogsitting
(She looks like fun)
Screwballing
(She looks like)

[Verse 3]
Finally, there’s a place where you can wag your tongue
Baby, but why can’t we all just get along?
Dance as if somebody’s watching, because they are

[Bridge]
No one’s on the streets
We moved it all online
As of March
I’m so full of shite, I need to spend less time stood around in bars waffling on to strangers all about martial arts
And how much I respect them

[Chorus]
(She looks like fun)
Key changes
(She looks like fun)
Re-thinking
(She looks like fun)
New order
(She looks like fun)

[Verse 1]
For you
I’ll enjoy it when you make it hard
For you, for you
And for you
I’ll be easier than a five-year-old’s homework
For you

[Pre-Chorus 1]
I’ll be your shelter when it rains
The fizzy aspirin for your pain
A pretty picture in your frame
I’ll be the keeper of your time
I’ll bleed the red that’s in your wine
I’ll be the vision in your eye

[Chorus]
I’m your love slave
Lay upon me and get high
You can play me like a violin
Baby, I can be your anything
Oh, I’m your love slave
Lay upon me and get high
Wrap around you like a piece of string
Baby, I can be your anything

[Verse 2]
For you
I’ll draw purple ribbons in the skies
For you, for you

[Pre-Chorus 2]
I’ll steer the drive that makes you win
I’ll breathe the notes that make you sing
I’ll be the feathers in your wings
I’ll be the liquid through your veins
The magic pills that keep you sane
I’ll be the winnings in your game

[Chorus]
I’m your love slave
Lay upon me and get high
You can play me like a violin
Baby, I can be your anything
I’ll wrap around you like a piece of string
Baby, I can be your anything