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My hoes in contour ('Tour), my clothes are Tom Ford (Ford)
My bros, they want war, so lock when I'm on tour
Yo, tell your guys (Guys), it's funny, I'm gettin' to the bag
Got these niggas mad, they just wanna' start tellin' lies (Tellin' lies)
Tom Ford box with seven-fives (Fives)
Since I got racks, I musta heard every lie (All of 'em)
There's a long list of rappers, I didn't get in line (Never)
I said, "I'm comin' and you niggas better step aside" (Step aside)
It's forty-five for the kilo, ain't no bargaining me (Bargainin')
Put Fred on your song and it'll bе charting quickly (Charting quickly)
Every week, I put a model in the car to Bricky
To Truе Flavours, get my pepper steak fast and quickly
I need the lemonade (Yeah)
Oh, you ain't seen a hundred racks? Well, I can demonstrate (Freddy)
Young nigga blowing up the flat, I detonate
Glass AP has shattered my wrist, needs a rest today
I got a way with words
Any black yutes in ****, man will make it burst
No white yutes, my G, we're going on some racist works (Hah)
In '016, I got my first music project placed on Earth (Earth)
But on the opp-block, I taped it first (First)
I think I'm made of her
'Cause she's an animal lover, my jacket's made of fur
Sometimes I can't believe just what I made off words
Still, I ain't cuttin' from the opps
Niggas know that Fred will run for mayor first
Little man, I need a 40 just to lay a verse
Baby girl's mad I move, but that's how a playa work
The plug lost trust, now I gotta pay him first
Took food off hella man, now he won't even take my word (Take my word)
But still time is tickin' (Tickin')
My girl got a good brain, you know her mind's the sickest (Sickest)
But at the same time, she won't ever mind her business (Business)
Told my guys, when they slide, bear in mind the witness
Yo, my lady woke up with bruises, tryna find who did it
Silly girl, you must not realize how my diamonds hittin'
Last night you could've easily lost your sight or vision
I believe in God, so you can say I'm kind of Christian
But going Hatton Garden every Sunday's my religion (Forever)
You was up in college, pussy boy, go write and listen (Nerd)
I was outside the plug's doing my revision (Facts)
Baby girl, you're not my main, you're my side addition (My side piece)
So I'm gonna need some "shh" when the wife is ringin' (Ringin')
Niggas gotta keep the "shh" 'cause my ice is blingin' (Blingin')
Got a suttin' with the "shh", do a silent drilling (Drilling)
Yeah, I poked up, "shh", cah I don't like them niggas (Pussies)
You think I read comments?
I'm a bad boy with street problems
AP, Patek, and a Rolex, I keep options (Options)
Fifty thousand for a festival, I keep shottin'
Catch me countin' twenty in the morning while I eat porridge
Baby girl, you look good, let me see suttin'
I was stuck up in the hood, had to be suttin'
Niggas show respect in the place when my teams comin'
I'll shop when I get to the place, I don't need luggage (Don't need luggage)
I got your girl on top of me, I don't need covers (No)
It's bicarbonate soda up in these cupboards
I get emotional every time I see hundreds
Gonna make my eyes water when I'm choppin' these onions

Real shit
Make my eyes water when I'm choppin' these onions

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