Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm wired different to all ah dem
Man's skilli killy
Whap whap you see me
Pretty ting wid tittys
Pass the kusenpeng
How you listen dem?
Dem man nah have nah sense
Never gonna strike, always on the bench
Say they'll never fold, always gonna bend
Me, I'm from the ends
60 on a Benz
Put on 50 Cent
Probably many men
I'm hearing all the chattings
Pussy best repent
See me at events
Everything on 10
Baccarat the the scent
Wearing black again
Boogers dem are Louis
That's a rack again
Wavy with out the duuuyiiiii
Nothing you can do me
360 camera when I do a uey
Fly from a juvie
Always been religious and was wearing Truie
Punch up all your goonies
Got a lot of goolies
All dem boy deh light
My mandem heavy duty
Spin the whip to garage like they're DJ Spoony
Turn a man to cabbage
Show him that he coochie
When I tell you wheeleeee
Blood, it's not Suzuki
Blood, I'm in my prime, go and tell your roomy
Oh you think you're funny, man will take your Julie
This is king size, fuck your likkle fui
'010, I had a Benz with two seats
Dropped that top like a milf on a nude beach
I done told you the two piece Gucci
Man made about quarter ticket off of blue cheese
I was with my migos like QC
Try sutten, I'ma set it off like Boosie
New man, they don't know man, man knew me
Hella flair, I'm a debonair, excuse me
You see the flair
I woo like Rick wid it
Cash out for half, I might send you a brick wid it
We're taking everyting, me and my syndicate
It's not a coincidence
The P's increment
I'm not indolent
The bars intricate
The shirt's indigo
The swag's infinite
Really what's man sayin'?
I'm moving Super Saiyan
I'm forever ever Mike, they're Tito or Jermaine
Brudda, fuck your dance, I would rather stay in
Sippin' red wine, spilt it, left a stain
Wagyu for the beef, truffle for the sake
See she want piece, but I won't cane
See she want mash, she put it on the plate
Straight from the top, no intro
I still like a little shot of Wray with Vimto
No, I don't talk to police, no info
I don't care what there fucking saying, I ain't involved
Rudeboy, go and ask your–, I've been cold
Take flight wid a little baddie, let her skin glow
Her guy said he would, but he couldn't cah he's skint, so
Lemme mind my business
Hour in the sauna with eucalyptus
Started on a quarter, then I got addicted
Had little Rover, then I got a big whip
I was like Zola when Dennis Wise clipped it
Everything top bins, I know I take the biscuit
Listen, I been training, I might holla misfits
Box up sutten all the money made gift it
This gear 3, I ain't even gotta shift it
Orginal like kismet
My last two shots, man swished it
And true ah man's clean
It made it hard for your girl to resist it
I still Hit-boy, I ain't got a big hit
If you're talking the hardest, it's Mercs and Marcus
Wamp 2 dem, this is walk in the park shit
Nuff man from era in a casket
Or nine outta ten ah dem are just past it
Say sutten silly to my face, I'll rarse it
This here's Burberry silk, man's garnet
Took couple L's ah nah nutten, I'll charge it
No cap, made about a milly in the market
Kojo wid the funds
Dun talkin'!!!
Written by: Aaron Marston, Mercston
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