M-3STYLE (Explicit)

Don’t do chat no more just rap some more get at lixo for all the details

I’m in feng shui mode doing monkey pose by the seashells with another female

This ain’t your average fling she a north side ting and she means well

I Imagine that brudda when’s losing his lover to me didn’t feel well

If you don’t hear you’ll learn

Cut out that tough guy act

That wasn’t your chick

it was just your turn

like usher it burns

that’s one for the birds this life a hearse

Verse after verse I been through worse

can’t do me no dirt

Them man over there move gyal over there

how can I fear them ones

Been the one since 21

nuff smoke in lungs

Was raised on grub that made bones tuff

cassava and pound yam

Face card glow the skin tone gold

that’s how I got her sprung

Don’t do chat no more just rap some more get at lixo for all the details

I’m in feng shui mode doing monkey pose by the seashells with another female

This ain’t your average fling she a north side ting and she means well

I Imagine that brudda when’s losing his lover to me didn’t feel well

Few shots deep, and I’m up in the party,

Say she’s in love, she don’t know me hardly,

For the papes, my bro, my chargy,

Out til we sip champagne, calamari,

Back in the day it was Armani,

These days, it’s Takahashi or Miyake,

Spin round, no don’t put it past me,

Still skin a man, move calmly,

Walk in the dance, if it gets on top,

When I touch mic, it can get locked off,

I was in Bangkok, wearing those sunnys and tank tops,

She just wanna wine and cotch,

I was on islands, nothing like Ireland, the sun been shining, I ain’t talking shamrock,

Cause up on the ends, get caught on an M,

Like welcome to Jamrock,

Broken rice, the greens stir fried, with the broth from fish bones,

Had to switch my ringtone, I already know how this goes,

The team been putting in shift tho,

Kicking through doors, I ain’t doing no tip-toe,

We been living like skid-row, now blowing up where the wind blows,

My latest leng push mercedes benz

Doing up srkt in a skirt

Find me on munich turf

on the passenger side all frass off the sherm

Know my worth not trends

I’m the still in the end like the last man standing

Numb to the small talk

I swear that all talks need to speak transactions

What’s happening

Bigga bad boss on a landing

Got way to close the sun

wings got bun that downfall was practice

Not everything glitter and gold

I stuck to the code not selling my soul

Dropped from an Angel the darkest of fables

You know how that story goes

It get tekky already of Henny

Burn the belly too many done test me get buried

My circle been war ready

Mad Deadly don’t tempt we

When the lump sum drops I lean and bop head bigger no headie

Don’t do chat no more just rap some more get at lixo for all the details

I’m in feng shui mode doing monkey pose by the seashells with another female

This ain’t your average fling she a north side ting and she means well

I Imagine that brudda when’s losing his lover to me didn’t feel well