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411silks, Bobby Chikoun
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411silks, Bobby Chikoun
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If I Wake up Pray up Pay up Lay up I Stay up Stay up Stay up Stay up I Wake up Pray up Pay up Lay up I... Stay up Stay up Stay up Stay up Casa polo polo club On the jet we tourin Pushing up horse While I'm rockin' Ralph Lauren If it ain't your business Then better just ignore it For the bs I ain't got the time, space or storage Baggage left at baggage claim Cos it ain't mine for sure and On to the next one When this shit gets boring Mellow park Step back Hit em the hesi Bobby Moore Cutting through Melinated Messi (Hhm) Stack your bread Then you move to an island I can't be you I can only be who I am You can't do me But you best believe I can I can play the guard I defo play the tight end Star man Star boy Rolling with the big toy Expensive loud In the pouch making big noise Dickie denim with cap Yeah that's the silk choice When it comes to the style I'm the streets voice (I hit the function then im leaving You see the style come and switch it up like seasons) (Sorry I'm not tryna rush you bro) Aye cuh Aye cuh Aye cuh Stack your ps Catch some zs Keep your head low boy Stack your ps Catch some zs Keep your head low boy Dollars bills flying on my mind You got some payslips coming Stack your ps Catch some zs Keep your head low boy Stack your ps Catch some zs Keep your head low boy I was stashing peas with the bread lil' boy We go pound for pound shit might pound your head lil' boy (yuh) Problems overseas and all around lil' boy But overseas try to find some joy lil' boy (yuh) Mama always told me keep your head down Things just fell apart when I left town Step my paper I couldn't step down People let me think me think they're not a let down Let go I would rather swim and let the rest drown let's go Might even catch 'em in the next round best know I don't want no smoke I'd rather get along let's smoke Rather get along - less smoke - let's go Mama always told me keep your head down Things just fell apart when I left town I was stashing peas with the bread lil' boy We go pound for pound shit might hurt your head lil' boy (yuh)
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