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Gotta disguise from undies dickheads, g phoning my phone Like, g moving like a cat
You ain t gonna get gyal like that, something on my lap
But i ain t gotta talk bout that, showing off all your stack, even back then
but i ain t gotta talk bout that
I don t want pum or loubs, i like her cause her back
Something on my lap, and my youts them way too scatty
And you re taking pics of a rack, bring it back, but i ain t gotta talk bout that
If you need it in the west, i pulled up and i jumped out the cabby Like, bring it back
My shoe box fat, rolling round with mad peds ring AJ, i pulled up and i jumped out the cabby
Man better watch for their carties, but i ain t gotta talk bout that
I m on a back road in top speed vroom, even back then, to the jakes
Something on my lap, got bits in my jeans just like steve-o
showing off all your stack
Dem youts there way too chatty, to the jakes
I always got bro, but i ain t gotta talk bout that Tracey, now i get a bag for a booking
and you re taking pics of a rack
comin like a rack
this ain t just rap
all my gunners in the back like koscielny
and you re taking pics of a rack
Now i get a bag for a booking, peng gyal like her app got tapped Tracey, and if you wanna run up on me come on