I run down the money on Monday My brudda can't come. He's on gun play Summon my cupcake I only run 'cause I'm up late
How do you mean All of my exes are iPhones How do you mean I always come with an upgrade How do you mean Different thing, different timezone I cannot buy a ticket that's one-way
I'm sorry I'm inconsistent Apologies I've been distant Your body's in mint condition You obviously need convincing
Wifey material, nigga If looks could kill, then you'd be a serial killer Imperial figure
I just wanna hold on to peace and love All me needs likkle weed and rum Works haffi run till weekend come When the weekend done, still me can't done
Hold on to peace and love All me needs likkle weed and rum Works haffi run till weekend come
I run down somebody on Tuesday If I don't get my money, it's doomsday That's not your girl. That's your roommate She go put your things in a suitcase
On to the next man Finesse man, then left man The gal mad, garn need a head scan And a lifetime sex ban
I'm sorry I'm inconsistent Apologies I've been distant Your body's in mint condition You obviously need convincing
Wifey material, nigga If looks could kill, then you'd be a serial killer Imperial figure
I just wanna hold on to peace and love All me needs likkle weed and rum Works haffi run till weekend come When the weekend done, still me can't done
Hold on to peace and love All me needs likkle weed and rum Works haffi run till weekend come
Old-school stepper Brand-new things for a old vendetta You think you know them kinda man there Trust me, Killy man know them better
Old-school stepper Brand-new things for a old vendetta You think you know them kinda man there Trust me, Killy man know them better
Compositores: Samuel Justin Jude Clarke (PRS), Tyrone Gaitskell Fagan (Teeboy) (PRS)Editor: BMG Rights Management Limited (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #45591955 em 11/Ago/2024 com dados da UBEM