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Black Josh x Milkavelli - Fisher Price (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Black Josh
Black Josh
Performer
Lee Scott
Lee Scott
Performer
Milkavelli
Milkavelli
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Black Josh
Black Josh
Songwriter
Lee Scott
Lee Scott
Songwriter
Milkavelli
Milkavelli
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lee Scott
Lee Scott
Producer

Lyrics

Where the treasures hid is where we buried him
I weren't ever rich and still ain't begged for shit
I wanted to be that kid that the gyally digged
Turned into that kid that your gyally digged
In my 616 hoodie and I got those Bape pants that costed an arm and a leg so now that kid is Rayman
Running up the numbers like I'm Rain Man
Writing 616 with a spray can of fake tan
Patted to mink, tatted my skin
Already scarred for life I feel like a mannequin
Got my mask on hiding my face away
Black trackies, the trainers the same as when I was selling dark to win
Ice on my neck, but I hate the cold
I had to make it rain, but what a waste of dough
Chilling phone ringing for an 8th of snow
The winter's coming, Game of Thrones
Slide to the crib in some slides or some kicks 'cause it might make me quicker
Gimme time I can't think till there's ice in my drink and I'm lighting my rizla
And what's the price of a fish, Fisher Price, where's the whip, I was nice since a nipper
They said it might make you sick if I take loads of vic, but my mind's even sicker
Glass of vintage port by the Aga
Why you throwing up after four pints of lager?
I'm weighed down by these thoughts that I harbour
Import the weight at the port by the harbour
Goodbye, mi amor, sayonara
I hope we meet again when we're all trying harder
Gucci whites, hit a four; Brian Lara
Then pull up to your door in an all white Impala
Gotta get this paper, I was taught by my father
I'm in the store like a larder
I'm the plug, while you're stuck to the wall like a charger
Re-assess it later, thought foresight was after
Child prodigy, born firestarter
Stuck being stoned pull the sword like I'm Arthur
I'm on tour all aboard flying charter
I guess life's a joke till we all die of laughter
Slide to the crib in some slides or some kicks 'cause it might make me quicker
Gimme time I can't think till there's ice in my drink and I'm lighting my rizla
And what's the price of a fish, Fisher Price, where's the whip, I was nice since a nipper
They said it might make you sick if I take loads of vic, but my mind's even sicker
Written by: Black Josh, Josh Pinnock, Lee Scott, Milkavelli, Oliver Phipps
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