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Big smoke
New girl
Too bad
Big smoke and I got that whiskey
New quote, we can both get risky
Too bad, so I call her my Kiki
Deliver the flow, up and down my mistress
Live fast, 'cause I'm always on the next scene
New phone, but I'm calling my old thing
Bad girl and she even got a nose ring
Lifestyle here, never need no stress
My shawty got a big butt
It could crack your skull like a chestnut
Wanna **** with her, man, best not
'Cause my bullets gon' hit like Rick Ross
Oh Lord, everything nice
Everything cool when you come through
My breath, your waist, my face, your case
My energy gone, your energy on
Oh Lord, it's bliss
Never would've thought I could have it like this
So I count my blessing, if Heaven a wish
Then I'm wishing for you with every kiss
You bring the fire, I bring the smoke
I'm Richard Pryor, you Whoopi the gold
You hold me down, I lift you up
Forever and ever, I call you my G.O.A.T.
Big smoke and I got that whiskey
New quote, we can both get risky
Too bad, so I call her my Kiki
Deliver the flow, up and down my mistress
Live fast, 'cause I'm always on the next scene
New phone, but I'm calling my old thing
Bad girl and she even got a nose ring
Lifestyle here, never need no stress
I don't need no kitchen staff
I'm the chef and I still do the mixing
Big spoon, fork, twist it, cork
When I'm with tings, misfit
B.B.C. affa bend and pinch it
...and I limp like Bizkit
SIM get dashed like discus
Don't let me discuss right now
'Cause you might turn to a witness
Let's talk about figures, Twitter fingers
Them man chat a lot, rap a lot
I do shows and track a lot
...road and tings, I ran a lot
Peng gyal want me for brag a lot
Might affa bragga that ting to a ragga song
Might affa rag that ting to a ragga song
Foreplay first, it's a sprint, not a marathon
Brands wanna...hit me up
When I talk 'bout Ps then they tell me exposure
Must tink seh me a cat
Like Doja...mic controller
I still flip like Motorola
Them man are haters, don't show no love
How you turn 28, now you wanna roll up?
See me with 28, 28, show, show
Big smoke and I got that whiskey
New quote, we can both get risky
Too bad, so I call her my Kiki
Deliver the flow, up and down my mistress
Live fast, 'cause I'm always on the next scene
New phone, but I'm calling my old thing
Bad girl and she even got a nose ring
Lifestyle here, never need no stress
Ay
Why am I doing all the ****ing work around here?
Our label got a hell of a catalogue
And when I tell artists that don't have a lot of songs
That I get five tracked in a week
They give me death stares and assume I capalot
But I'm not Polo G
Don't move in groups, I go solo, G
Don't take it well when you call me out
For not being patient, don't play about
With my time, none of us has much left
Do you really wanna mess around?
I been far too generous up till now
Without charging a bloody pound
And getting half on a split of the square root of shit
Isn't keeping my lights on
Nobody shows up any more, I look at them all
Like bro, where's your fire gone?
But it's none of my business, yeah, I'm just the producer
Bad work ethic's something I'm used to
I don't have this luxury
Of being the you you claim it sucks to be
I get the mix done, get the stems exported
Kinda feel like I'm being extorted
But I'll benefit so much more in decades
And your fortune'll be short-lived...pricks
