Correction Paroles Shmelly - A COLORS SHOW par Kojaque

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Ollie, Ollie, Ollie
Tip cans, free man, no chains on my body
Brain full of fake names, chase off a Bobby
Followed by a dark cloud, rain on my brolly
Nose all runny, Ma got Rennie
Tryna flip a quid from a couple red pennies
Used to want enough to fill my belly
Now I want enough to fill a five-star plate
Entrées and the cheese real shmelly

Why so friendly? I don't know you
Why you lookin' at me like my feet's on your sofa?
I don't wanna have to hit you with the cold shoulder
People's Elbow , roshambo ya
Never been tall, scrap like a child soldier
Tantrum, throw a tampon at my olders
Elders, Idris Elba, co-star
Buddy cop flick with my face on the poster
f**k a household name, face on the tele
Done being common, want respect and some Benjis
I'm like Joe Pesci with a skin routine and a sheet that's clean
Never been caught, siphon the wealth from the gentry
I hit the back door when there's no entry
f**k a dress code, man, I can't afford Fendi
Rock my own clothes, man, I'm tryna cop a Bentley
Cop on the corner tryna cop a selfie
Stealth mode, makin' money, hand over fist
Think I'll do a runner from the country?
Tempt me, tax man tryna slap shackles on my wrist
f**k a record label, lemme sign with Elvive
Account man in the books doing backflips
Revenue knockin' on the door with the heavies
Busy tryna get my little ass sun-kissed like whoop, whoop, whoop

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