Correction Paroles CANT KNOW THE HUSTLE X BIG BAG FREESTYLE par Meekz (UK)

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Who do you think you are?
Baby one day you'll be a star

Last seen out of state where I drop my sling
I'm deep in the South kicking up top game
Bouncing on the highway switching fo' lanes
Screaming through the sunroof, money ain't a thang
Your worst fear confirmed
Me and my fam roll tight like The Firm
Getting down for life, that's right, you better learn
Why play with fire, you burn
We get together like a choir, to acquire what we desire

I-I gotta get mine a fast way
Quick money cash way, ski mask way
I treat today like my last day
I f**k a b*t*h from the back, she scream my mans name
GANGWAY, GANGWA, GANGWAY
I'm too good for my own good
We can all be bad tugs so it's harder to show love
I've realized now I've grown up
Big wap, big pack, big bag, big bag'll have your b*t*h mad
Big flicky or the big wap?
I going sick mad, all I know is sick trap
I'm hitting missions and we did graft
My life's been a bit mad
But I was wanted as a younger, living life out of bin bags
Twenty-one in jail, I'm on my 21 savage
No heart like the tinman
Man clean up like the bin man
Clean up, Clean up, Clean up, I gotta clean up
I'm too young to sit down, I can't put my feet up
I just wanna smoke my weed, count racks and f**k a beat up
All the risk I had to take just to be up
Now I'm smiling at the re'up
Meekz manage it, they know I f**k my T up
I take chances, make choices, Pull up in some Rolls Royces
Strait gold stay gold, you know we got some great voices
I've been in cemetery dizzy, can't remember these lyrics
Can't stop, won't stop and Imma never be finished

Dizzy Diamond, that's a very deep lyric
Diamonds are forever, are you deeping it?
Last seen out this hustle
Even when we dead they still feeling it
Light change, Light change, Light change, Light change, Light change
Last seen out of state where I drop my sling
Man I got stubble wo'ka
Not novel so we was young and caused lots of trouble trynna hug the strip
And be outside, 365 I need a block to cuddle
Where the bottom of my tops can double
Now I'm buying arms, that's lots of muscle
I've seen soldiers struggle
Hit rock bottom, only sold a couple
I make the smack shuffle
I get the crack cracking, I won't crumble
I'm staying hungry and humble in this concrete jungle

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