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If You Know Me
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Used to say that I was yours (this is fire)
And now, your words, your ghost, it haunts me
Gotta get to love away
Gotta get to love away, eh, eh, eh
If you know me, then you know my story
You all leads over MC's wanna adore me
As a kid, I was more than naughty
I tore up my shop in an old day forty
I swear down this life is a movie
And before dawn and I knew place goofy
I draw music, tell him to sue me
If they wanna buff a bar, they can't do me
Top manners, that's Ronaldo
Two swear swing sticks like Paulo
I wanna get more growls in the elbows
I've gotta get the dough, then I'm out, though
I knew I'll never see me again
I've been hitting green-lights a hundred and ten
If you want me, fucking bring hundreds of men
And if you want it twice, I bring a hundred again
Please, stop it, twenty freeze (used to say that I was yours)
Going off it, I got dreams (and now, your words)
To make profit, I put jeans In my pocket (your ghost, it haunts me)
I said, please stop it, twenty freeze (gotta get to love away)
Going off it, I got dreams (gotta get to love away, eh)
To make profit, I put jeans in my pocket (eh, eh)
And we're rolling a different line
When I'm wearing a mask, I'ma face live in
If you don't like me, you better take in
'Cause me in this west, I gon' fight to the game
I walk in like 50 Cent
Amnesia of MC's worth fifty pangs
Our first team, when I run the bench again
I get real full when I'm kinda drench
My boy did nine gills and he repeated it
But now we need new links 'cause I Brexit
But I vote to stay, not to wex in
I was given advice like Alexa
But okay then, it's all over
I bring the imposter in a Dover
I'm a Ferrari, you like a Rover
Don't call me if I don't know ya
Used to say that I was yours
And now, your words, your ghost it haunts me
Gotta get to love away
Gotta get to love away, eh, eh, eh
Gotta get to love away
Well it's my scene, my team
Imagine this face in a white screen
You better free Whitsey, that's my G
My kids are over what drive me
I kick down doors in real life
I tied up chin, chin in real life
I've done ram raids in real life
But we all take L's in real life
No fakes, no gimmicks, no actors
Fuck the bastards, where is the glove first?
Bradford boys on top, there's a madness
Take a picture, post the caption
Ghost of me, nah, not a fraction
Just give me the keys to the mansion
And it shall rain all over the place, mansion
A new shear when I go in on the mad ting (mad ting)
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