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PERFORMING ARTISTS
WESL1
WESL1
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Orafere Fente
Orafere Fente
Songwriter
Hayford Uja-owaji James
Hayford Uja-owaji James
Songwriter
Dominion Stanford
Dominion Stanford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
WESL1
WESL1
Producer
CVRTIE
CVRTIE
Producer

Lyrics

Uh huh Got that diss on track Mans been joking Nowadays Man's struggling serious taking those trees Life's been acting furious Back in the days looking for straight A's My bros have been maimed Some down in the grave HKs full Let's get through I ain't got clue I'm placing the call Bros come around Come down Come down Let's move around Bruv come down Move around You know I'm in a funky mood You know we tryna make some moves We all searching for something good Switch up Mans now looking cool Mans now left the young and broke Fill up the bodega and pop some boose Don't you joke or you gonna lose Fuck-fucked with the feds now they can't see me Go skrr pa paow like Micheal daapa Now I'm recording, them manna calling Ama turn on that D-N-D If you don't get it then you better restart it It might hit you on unfortunate days I don't feel hate when I see bros winning When bros grinding mans grinding too He stepped in again like imposter Wiped his whole head like a duster on a black board that's gangster Put-put-put in the energy energy You ain't got who represent like me If you say that you don't like me Then I don't like you and then it's a mutual feeling Spread my sound like Jehovah witness Please, I beg you Bruv come down Move around You know I'm in a funky mood You know we tryna make some moves We all searching for something good Switch up Mans now looking cool Mans now left the young and broke Fill up the bodega and pop some boose Don't you joke or you gonna lose Gunshots from the Southside Ain't no time to check time Running away from the bad guys Don't fuck with me, I can hide under sunshine Why you ringing the hotline Waiting for something good from my guys Quit messing around, you gotta align Ain't no highlights Get to the Frontline This that shit you can't find online I can make you leave all behind Don't fuck with me I make nightmares alive I ain't got time for no petty lines Shoot up the arena, leave y'all behind And these niggas are trying To make me so mad Don't know I got a Glock behind me I get so happy when these bullets fly Bruv that's fine WESL1, FORDEEN, CVRTIE We bros from kway back and you would agree And I don't got nothing on me Don't mean you're gon tryna joke with me B-b-be in the moment and never depart On the rise, we never go down Me and my bro's ain't gon stop grinding We grinding till we seen outshining Bruv come down Move around You know I'm in a funky mood You know we tryna make some moves We all searching for something good Switch up Mans now looking cool Mans now left the young and broke Fill up the bodega and pop some boose Don't you joke or you gonna lose Bruv-Bruv come down Move around
Writer(s): Orafere Fente Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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