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Birth Of A Winner
Marleek
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(It's your boy Rich)
Like pukka dat ooh aah
Sweet Jesus, pukka dat ooh aah
Like pukka dat ooh aah
Sweet Jesus, pukka dat ooh aah
Like pukka dat ooh aah
Sweet Jesus, pukka dat ooh aah
Like pukka dat ooh aah
Pukka dat ooh aah
Whole bag of stress
Whole bag of things that I won't regret
This game had me beefing my friends
I used to live that double life
Weekends, my kid and wife
Chiquitos, tacos and rice, that
Double life, but through the week
It's trap house, trap burgers (It's your boy Rich)
Cheese and wedges, girls
Come into the crib, short skirts and
Wedges, my cock only going where
Head is, she knows that I'm paper
Paid and rent is, in the
Morning I might beat that, then I
Exit out after I back my
Shreddies (Brrr)
Phone, ring, ring, ring
Ring, I'm more than ready
Hop in, put the key in
Rev the engine, reflection from the
Sun bouncing off my chain and ring (ring, ring)
Pukka dat who? Ma-ma-ma-ma-
Marleek, iced out, music videos
And bling, yeah, you know (It's your boy Rich)
Him, O-T-B in your
Ting, her crib, her fridge
Hide the food in, the weed that I'm
Smoking matches my attitude
Man, they both stink, fuck the hoe
Pinch her batty, set pace
Pass the number, wink wink, off you go
She's just a hoe, she gives throat on the roads
Like pukka dat ooh aah
Sweet Jesus, L-O-L, laugh out loud (Purchase your tracks today)
Like ooh aah, I splash
Money like water, you man are only
Bad on your PC computer
Never seen a shooter, my mum gave birth to a
Fucking winner, you man are fucking
Losers (It's your boy Rich)
Like pukka dat ooh aah, Sweet
Jesus, pukka dat ooh aah
Like pukka dat ooh aah, Sweet
Jesus, pukka dat ooh aah
Like pukka dat ooh aah, Sweet
Jesus, pukka dat ooh aah
Like pukka dat ooh aah
Pukka dat ooh aah
On the road, show you levels, get pulled
Over by them devils
Racist pigs, that's what the
Demon is, I'm a young black
Kid selling CDs, and
Tees, and you're a
Power trip prick in a colourful
Diesel neenaw whip, wanna slap (It's your boy Rich)
Cuffs on me, take me to
Custody, and look at my balls
Batty and dick, like wagwan for battyman?
Come on, officer
You've seen my balls, batty and
Dick this month more than my
BM, more than my links
More than my chick, harassment
Alarmed, distressed, L-O-L
I'm scared, harassment to a
Young black nigga, that's what it is
Now that I'm rapping, shouts
Out Yaya, it's no longer like this
But harassment, I'm used to it
Harassment on the country strip, get
Pulled over by them pushbike pigs (It's your boy Rich)
Battyman
Wagwan for battyman
Battyman
Wagwan for battyman
(Yadot skcart ruoy esahcruP)
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