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411silks, Bobby Chikoun
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411silks, Bobby Chikoun
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411silks, Bobby Chikoun
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Lyrics
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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