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作曲 : Mastermind/Chip/Nafe Smallz/Frederik Gamst Terkildsen
作词 : Mastermind/Chip/Nafe Smallz/Frederik Gamst Terkildsen
Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up
I lost my ***s, since then, I ain't been sleep much
But if I hear you got that belly, you get eat up
And tell my lil' ***,"I ain't no preacher"
Before these *** get this money, don't please her
I'm on the strip, dodgin' all the police trucks
And free my ***s that all of the police took
I'm smokin' flavours, none of that amnesia
I had to put them on the wave time
Ozone space time
Six figure ***, chain on me when I stage dive
I stay runnin' up these cheques on my day grind
And I'm never switchin' up sides, I make the same slides
I'm with the K9s, we ain't on no playtime
Shoppin' with my son, I gotta keep it on my waistline
Beat it, I never eat it if she ain't mine
Deep ** but they don't deep it until the drapes fly
Song **, I put my whole soul into it, baby
Progress, I trust the process, where it gon' take me
So stressed, I went from homeless to gettin' paid, G
Outside, we did the frontline when **'s crazy
Anyone that hurt, anybody but you made me
Life in these streets can turn a boy brazy
She sent me nudes like she workin' for page three
I get this cake like my first name Paigey
Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up
I lost my ***s, since then, I ain't been sleep much
But if I hear you got that belly, you get eat up
And tell my lil' ***,"I ain't no preacher"
Before these *** get this money, don't please her
I'm on the strip, dodgin' all the police trucks
And free my ***s that all of the police took
I'm smokin' flavours, none of that amnesia
Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up
That's why my ***s toastin' every time we meet up
Man, I been rappin' so long, should put my feet up
But would the game be the same without me? Huh
Manny gyal love my accent and I love hers
She just want a London boy on top of covers
Told shorty we can- we can't be lovers
Tryna beat, so give me brain, I got no rubbers
Flavours, you don't know about grub, my G
That's not Cali, he got bumped, my G
** in me plus the alcohol, yeah, I'm lit, bro
Hayfever alone kills my nose, I don't sniff coke
Northside, Chippy grow up in the tough hood
So every time I hear"Die young", I touch wood
More money, more gyal, more peace in life
Might get a massage in my sheets tonight
Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up
I lost my ***s, since then, I ain't been sleep much
But if I hear you got that belly, you get eat up
And tell my lil' ***,"I ain't no preacher"
Before these *** get this money, don't please her
I'm on the strip, dodgin' all the police trucks
And free my ***s that all of the police took
I'm smokin' flavours, none of that amnesia
