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Cult Shφtta, DON!, Jords, 4orttune
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Can you feel me?
If you're looking for devotion
You've got to show me love
Fuckin' oath
Oi, uh
In the VIP with heavies and I'm still dressed like a gay cunt (Ass)
Ain't made a cent on app, bro, how you think I got so paped up? (Trap)
Cunts try copy my homework, that's B grade, I got A+ (Yolo)
Hondai bitch wanna see my Strava, so I took her on my bay run (Oi)
I was young, doin' flips on the house phone
I was in brick in the house zones (Oi)
It was G's and B's, no down lows, now I'm Rod Tang with the elbows
Air out the dogs like thongs, yellow with
Bricks, I'm the Wizard of Oz (Ching)
Muddy water like a shark or a croc, TNs and Lacoste
Sold out show in Bangkok, broke cunts flyin'
Here just for a handjob (Broke cunt)
I'm off tab, you tap off foots in addiction
I'm sweatin' my pants off (Sweat)
Think you slick with a blue tick and you
Got your government name in your bio? (Pido)
Said she got a real weird taste in music
Then the bitch put on David (Fuck no)
Ayy, all papes into your account, so you better show me love
I got bitches out the picture, you better show me love
You better show me love, you better show me love
I got bitches out the picture, you better show me love
Wake up hungover (Uh), now I'm at KFC like a fat cunt (Let's go)
Told myself I gotta be sober, but I'm in the kitchen rackin' fat slugs
Swear this shit don't end, I'm up two days off a dirty ben
In the club, passin', makin' random friends
I feel retarded off a yellow Benz
I won't stop, stop, tryna get money, want lots, lots
Wanna see me in a cock shop, but nothin' I'm doin' is red hot
Take a red card, get sent off, don't tell me that I went soft
High school, never played footy, got stuck
With the ball, tryna get this shit gone
Ayy, still run up the ball like Thurston
Ying), gotta sell this O by Friday (God)
That nine-to-five shit weren't workin'
Nah), so I'm chasin' the score like Friday
At Kikons lookin' through curtains (What the fuck's
Up?), me and paranoia on a blind date (Haha)
Now I'm two Xans deep and I'm slurrin'
Take me to Specsavers, I can't see straight
Ayy, all papes into your account, so you better show me love
I got bitches out the picture, you better show me love
You better show me love, you better show me love
I got bitches out the picture, you
Better show me love (Ayy, it's a lot)
Ayy, bitch, chill out, I got fingers in the bag, get the pill out
'Cause she's on the pills and on the pill
Lad, I ain't tryna have a kid now
Chop shit in my back like a kid then say it with God as my witness
Chop shit in my back like Kina, empty
Stomach, we ain't have no dinner, tripper
Got no heart, got no ticker, flick a lighter, lightin' that bicker
Bickering bitches, let it simmer
Give a bitch a home, look like Hiccup
DD in a DD to a DD, lad, we ain't risk no stitch-up
Can't see me on CCTV, lad, I feel like John Cena
And I feel like the Undertaker, they
Thought we were dead, we were money-makin'
But the cocaine feel like Noreaga
Stay on my end 'til I meet my maker, ayy
Well, that's how the story goes anyway
'Cause she want a hug and she's off the
Drugs, so, bitch, you better show me love
Ayy, all papes into your account, so you better show me love
I got bitches out the picture, you better show me love
You better show me love, you better show me love
I got bitches out the picture, you better show me love