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Potter Payper
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I tried that ting
Fumez on the beat
Yo, cool, yo
When they used to act like, said they couldn't see me before
Had to barricade the bando, send fiends to the door
For a pipe, I had spice heads cleanin' my floor
Had to hit the road runnin', I'll sleep in the morgue
I was so broke, now I mix McQueen and Dior
I drummed the whole game, fuck the key to the door
Put my head on my mat and I speak to the Lord
I don't wanna sell crack, wanna go on a tour
I wanna make my nan proud, maybe win an award
When you live, you mature and you get sick of the court
Six bells in the tray, six bells like six in the morn'
They can't act like, say I never licked it before
And I ain't vouchin' even if we done business before
Bro heard me on the radio and kicked off his door
Now I'm back, just a bit more drip than before
Never put my lips on a whore, that's distasteful
Never had a gyal who's been faithful
Back then, all I ever needed was an eight ball
I turned it to a brick house, they should have been grateful
I said they should have been grateful
Yo, uh, I had a quarter kilo in the Clio
Then I had my soldier wrap it like the Migos, uh
They told me I can rap and blow
But I need one more re-up like the man in Blow
Italian garments
Akh, I used to shot my neighbour from the garden (Wallahi)
Bro, I remember V whippin' in the crack house
And nuttin' comin' back out, brudda, I was losin' that pack out
Just to make the light beam
Fam, I had to do deals, Jimmy Iovine (I did)
Them man never been there (No)
Amiris, no D-square
White girl in the bowl like the three bears (Whip)
I sold my first gat B, around the same time
When I heard Gatsby, I'm an E5th rider slash grinder
My brudda, uh, straight out the white fam, I'm Tyga
Bentley Jeep, the seats is rouge
Bruddas is dyin', just read the news
I think that I'm money, I eat for two
And my lifestyle scary like Beetlejuice
I done falcon, heron and eagle too
Got my day-day on me playin' peek-a-boo
I'm a real OG, like who the fuck are you?
And I ain't chillin' on the block, G, I got stuff to do
Yo, teriyaki steaks and lobster tails
I took five figure L's, I was still in jail
Only the real prevail, bujj from Pakistan
The silver cod from Hakkasan
Sexy women, expensive linen
Shoes Christian, coupe whippin', roof missin'
Two whippers, uh, I need two kitchens
Brudder and my food's brilliant
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