Charades

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Baddies and hunnies, no phones in the car

Dem man ain't on, but they talk like they are (One)

Dem man ain't really got no arms

They come like they just been foldin' their arms (One)

They come like man been playin' charades

The way man talk with dem arms

One day I'm in the hood tryna pattern up shh

Next day, I'm recordin' in France

But talk like they are

Turn, turn, turn

They told me turn, yeah

They told me turn

All I know is money and beef, don't think I left it all in the past

How these opp boys say they want beef and they ain't got bread

They just fall on their arse

And my young boy's like ten or nine, guess they all want a chance

Skengs, rambos, flickys, we got them all in the car (One)

How many man have the gang dem got? (One)

How many time man do it all bait on the mains?

Gotta wish that man's not hot

Still do it in a coat like Big Shaq got (One)

Just done it in my hoodie

Four-door swervin', no A Boogie (Turn, turn, turn, turn)

I hope I ain't gotta, but the judge not Judy

Baddies and hunnies, no phones in the car

Dem man ain't on, but they talk like they are (One)

Dem man ain't really got no arms

They come like they just been foldin' their arms (One)

They come like man been playin' charades

The way man talk with dem arms

One day I'm in the hood tryna pattern up shh

Next day, I'm recordin' in France

Baddies and hunnies, no phones in the car

Dem man ain't on, but they talk like they are (One)

Dem man ain't really got no arms

They come like they just been foldin' their arms (One)

They come like man been playin' charades

The way man talk with dem arms

One day I'm in the hood tryna pattern up shh

Next day, I'm recordin' in France

All I know is money and beef, don't think I left it all in the past

Dem man there different to us

Couldn't see them, we leave them to last

My young boy was slackin' in the T

I just gave him a kick up the arse

Focus, work rate, progress

Put in that work, then he's up

How many man have the gang dem got?

How much residue in my pot?

How much pressure did we put on opps?

How many times really out there? A lot

Feds tryna find my spot

I ain't tryna right my wrongs

So I just write a song

Two bad B's in the seat, and me in the middle

Two rambos, symmetry, me in the middle

Rose gold with the VVs in the middle

D&G, had to throw Amiri jeans in the middle

I know feds hate to see me winnin', they just wanna see me in the system

All of those times it was rotten, now we litty

Come a long way from "Eagle", unreal

Two bad B's in the seat, and me in the middle

Two rambos, symmetry, me in the middle

Rose gold with the VVs in the middle

D&G, had to throw me a jeans in the middle (One)

I just done it in my hoodie

Four-door swervin', no A Boogie (Turn, turn, turn, turn)

I hope I ain't gotta, but the judge not Judy

Baddies and hunnies, no phones in the car

Dem man ain't on, but they talk like they are

Dem man ain't really got no arms

They come like they just been foldin' their arms

They come like man been playin' charades

The way man talk with dem arms

One day I'm in the hood tryna pattern up shh

Next day, I'm recordin' in France

Talk like they are

Foldin' their arms

One

Talk with them arms