Correction Lyrics Hanging With a Mystery by Qwerty

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Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby are you with me
I can’t deny you
Are the finest thing I’ve ever seen
Lately, do you miss me
You don’t reply you

Rip that ice off the wrist
Ain’t playing nice with the kids (ooh)
Vice on my list, they do not care to kill the witch
Throwing spice on my name (yeah)
You gonna fate the flame (yeah)
You gonna feel the pain (yeah)
You gonna hate the game
Every night on my ace
We Keep the lights on in the place (yeah)
Spite on my grace
My snipers scoping on their waiste
Throwing spice on my name (yeah)
You gonna fate the flame (yeah)
You gonna feel the pain (yeah)
You gonna hate the game

Hit me up, bang my line, call my phone (call my phone now)
Shooters on the streets they not alone (they not alone)
Pick me up, waste my time, it’s toe to toe (toe-to-toe)
Loonies got a red dot on their dome (on their dome)

Copped the bag, we rolling out back with that (yeah, yeah)
Scope the tag, we scrolling out facts with lad
Run my case now
I’m in different places of the earth
Jozi the base now
Thugs they reconfirming what they worth

Broke out of the shackles of a 9-5 (9-5)
Baggage on my back I’m 1995 (95)
See the system got you sinking to a sad life (sad life)
System got you thinking it’s a mad life (mad life)

Copped the bag, we rolling out back with that
Scope the tag, we scrolling out facts with lad
Run my case now
I’m in different places of the earth
Jozi the base now
Thugs they reconfirming with their worth

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ay, ay
Yeah-yeah

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