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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

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