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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kyle Mansos Leach
Kyle Mansos Leach
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Killinggrams
Killinggrams
Engineer

Lyrics

I be sick with a flow
Cole Palmer cause I'm cold
Ain't no story to be told
Just amounts that can be sold
If you lacking you gon fold
Like a wallet with no dough
I done said this shit before
We knock the hinges out your door
They gave the gang bedroom tour
We spilling Henny on floor
I got producers on a call
I rather do this shit alone yeah
I rather do this shit alone yeah
Sneaking wit a diss
I still be playing with yo bitch
Rock lv 8's I stomp yo shit
You get a limp with no bizkit
We dropping bottles in the vip, who put yo homie on a drip
We micro managing this bitch
They Michael madison the bid
In corporate a different trick
We got blue hunnids in our fits yeah wha we got blue hunnids
They only move for the benefits
I'm talking loud with the cannabis
I'm talking smack with an analyst
You talking bout shit that don't even exist
We pulling up with a rubberised grip
I see yo shit I'mma minimize it
I got a new barrel with a customised tip
Spitting heat on the mic finna carmalize it
Getting slapped with a bang when the 808s hit yeah
Getting slapped with a bang when the 808s hit yeah
Move you jimmy choo you yeah
Move you jimmy yeah
Move you , jimmy choo you, let me chew you ,sooth you never lose you finna use you
Move you , jimmy choo you , let me chew you , sooth you never lose you finna use you
Move you , jimmy choo you, let me chew you ,sooth you never lose you finna use you
Move you , jimmy choo you, let me chew you ,sooth you never lose you finna use you
Move you , jimmy choo you, let me chew you ,sooth you never lose you finna use you
Move you , jimmy choo you, let me chew you
Written by: Kyle Mansos Leach
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