Like C4
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Look (Once Ago Production) How you gonna chat 'bout big P or Big Man? Bruv, bun all the bullshit Me, I make P, and my lip sore, got a big deal, fam, fuck all the talkin' Man wanna act bad for the Snapchat, from 3:00 p.m. until mornin' Man, I swear to God, it's all borin' Man, don't do the bench, I do scorin' I-I was out there with KR, link F quick, flew straight back to Coventry Four, five girls wanna link up in the hotel, come, follow me, follow me Your girl come through in a three-door, you fill the tank, yeah, that's fuckeries She told you she's goin' to Stacy's, best watch your girl 'cause she's onto me Watch your girl 'cause she's inner, damn Get some brain in the dinger, damn Tell her, "Round up these figures", yeah Go to hers and do dinners, safe I'm just here with my niggas, hit that café quick, and talk business All my brothers, we listen, I don't chat to you 'cause you're finished, ayy I was out there with a blonde ting, she a buff ting, but I just wan' fuck Then I went back to the crib, G, she's tipsy, tryna give man 'uck Her man comes home at half nine, and it's half eight, but I just wan' buss And if he comes home on a mad ting, it's a sad ting 'cause I'm not gonna run (no way) Three girls in a three-door, three come with a bang like C4 My niggas look left-right, left-right, back when the sound goes nee-nor (I-wa-I-wa-) I was in the crib with a bad B, I controlled her like P4 The back come fatter than fat, tell her, "Come ride like seesaw" Three girls in a three-door, three come with a bang like C4 My niggas look left-right, left-right, back when the sound goes nee-nor (I-wa-I-wa-) I was in the crib with a bad B, I controlled her like P4 The back come fatter than fat, tell her, "Come ride like seesaw" Let me start off on my one ting from out of the ends, she up, and she gets down This girl can't cook for shit, but she orders some chick' Chow mein when I slept 'round Slim-thick with a tek-tek wood, man, gave her the big black D, then I s'd out Look, B, I'm the best out, why you vexed now? You wanted the D, now you stressed out Let me move on to my next ting, she a jest ting, but she keeps cool, man, I like her But she always wanna talk-talk on the WhatsApp, man, just move the chat 'til I pipe her Big back, big breast, but loanin' out money, you said she gets gassed when I nice her And she's tryna tell me, her body count's under five people, I know you're a liar Let me move on, man, I'm tryna give the girl back shots, but she save it like Buffon Two 2s for the kid, me, I just put on my sex, and coat, then I shoot off It's a mad ting, it's a sad ting, but I ain't even shocked, cah the girl lookin' too buff My G said, "He sees a nice ting", what where? "Check the ting", I'm like, "Who? What?" I get a text on my phone, lookin' like a +44, try textin' my phone Man clicked on the WhatsApp picture, it's a dead ting tryna break in my phone Man dealt with the ting way back, way back, but I was just bored and alone Now she just wanna tell me I'm a big prick, but I was just bored and alone, ayy Three girls in a three-door, three come with a bang like C4 My niggas look left-right, left-right, back when the sound goes nee-nor (I-wa-I-wa-) I was in the crib with a bad B, I controlled her like P4 The back come fatter than fat, tell her, "Come ride like seesaw" Three girls in a three-door, three come with a bang like C4 My niggas look left-right, left-right, back when the sound goes nee-nor (I-wa-I-wa-) I was in the crib with a bad B, I controlled her like P4 The back come fatter than fat, tell her, "Come ride like seesaw" Yeah, JAY1, JAY1 JAY1, JAY JAY1, JAY1 JAY1, JAY1 JAY1, JAY1
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- Duration
- 03:06
- Key
- 6
- Tempo
- 145 BPM