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Stinkin Slumrok
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It's straight London living but I still tell 'em gimme that
Cold, saggy militants
Come off your high horse before I chop them hooves off real fast
Make a pony out your stallion, dog
It's straight London living but I still tell 'em gimme that
Cold, saggy militants
Come off your high horse before I chop them hooves off real fast
Make a pony out your stallion, dog
With that block raver slumped to the side stuck in Fantasia
Gimme everything you got, no, I won't thank later
Ready to go, bringing it home, D-Loc on my top plate
I'm sagging in the session with my lemon and a rum chaser
Let it pour, let it pour, until I'm sitting on the sun
Total eclipse, kid, your bitch wants to risk it
Just to come and take a taste upon the soggy biscuits
Stinking slum socks, my big toe, your chick licked it, oh
And I know your lips and that too
On to yamming out the tushy while she savouring my juice
I don't mind sharing but it's certified I'll never be caring
Sami Z's all wylin' out upon the beats, baby
Hearing you, stop, there's a bridge around the corner
Go and take a leap, cuzzy, and see what lies before you
Death, all these scientists tryna dissect my breath
But they can't find the answers that lie with the stench, cuz
It's straight London living but I still tell 'em gimme that
Cold, saggy militants
Come off your high horse before I chop them hooves off real fast
Make a pony out your stallion, dog
It's straight London living but I still tell 'em gimme that
Cold, saggy militants
Come off your high horse before I chop them hooves off real fast
Make a pony out your stallion, dog
Don't call me mate like we're all safe
I treat you all the same because you're all lame
I cold, psych, draw the haze
When I'm on a comedown I'm falling grace
But I'm so high I don't reach the floor for days
You ain't eating like Jesus on them forty days
I make you look to the Lord and pray '
Cause I'm the calm before the storm is made
I got 'em running and ducking before the force awakes
Young Mace Windu with a bad bitch on my skin flute
Horny ape, I fuck, don't fornicate
My dick's an instrument for all the whores to play
They hoping that my balls will break (Sag)
I got balls of steel like Neige playing Urban Sports
Making money, earning more while pussy niggas work for draws
Cheeky, for getting herbs a lady can't afford
I'm running game, playing Nintendo on an Adderall (Sag)
Speedballing with a snowball effect
Creating an avalanche, I crush 'em all with the sweg
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