Lyrics

Yeah It's EMS! How many times do I tell my story I guess till they don't ignore me I was a good boy with a bright future But my love life looking like Maury Shot for the pinkies just like Tory But black girls more precious than jewellery Every time I step in front the judge or the jury Sorry honour but my memory's blurry Life was shit but the drip potpourri Spice in the whip so I call her tandoori Put it in the zip bag then I got touring All the point 8's gone by the morning But this life should have come with a warning When it rains here it comes down pouring Rooftop vision but I never had flooring So getting money could never get boring I been a bad boy since Ta na nee Ta na nee Ta na nee Ta na nee tee boy With a little bit of luck We can make it through the night I got bars on bars Sweet one like Hagen Daaz I got garms on garms Cold heart like Hagen Daaz Ink on me They just wanna know what my income be Gally want d want it frequently Gally all pree wanna freak with me Why they wanna mess with the frequency Heart on my sleeve and I made it bleed Why they wanna mess with the frequency Custard creams in the fridge no bed set I wanna foreign my name in the head rest Used to push weight like a bench press Life was bleek and I don't mean Memphis Seen so many killings that senseless I seen so many drillings from tensions That could have been squashed with a dm Instead of getting hyped with a mention Couple day ones I don't fuck with Couple day twos that I'm stuck with Couple day threes that's gally on me but the wifey keeps me structured I'm know from Grove to Uxbridge I'm Chief Keef with a beak coz I'm so seductive No shows right now but I still got suttin I can open up with Ta na nee Ta na nee Ta na nee Ta na nee tee boy With a little bit of luck We can make it through the night I got bars on bars Sweet one like Hagen Daaz I got garms on garms Cold heart like Hagen Daaz Ink on me They just wanna know what my income be Gally want d want it frequently Gally all pree wanna freak with me Why they wanna mess with the frequency Heart on my sleeve and I made it bleed Why they wanna mess with the frequency Ink on me They just wanna know what my income be Gally want d want it frequently Gally all pree wanna freak with me Why they wanna mess with the frequency Heart on my sleeve and I made it bleed Why they wanna mess with the frequency
Writer(s): Andr Peter Phillip, Jasbir Sehra Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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