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My skin colour ain't nothing to make light of We're all the same colour when you turn the light off If you don't wanna hear this then turn the mic off I drive women crazy I left your bitch a write-off Only if the head's right I forget her name you know what it gets like Like my whiskey sour, with no egg white Rolling up a big spliff sipping on a Red Stripe My bread's sweet, I got that hard dough Making it look easier, you make it look harder If I'm ordering food I ain't calling up Ocado Might fling it in an Uber but I got a couple car though AMG GT S it up and down the road you might see me wet it Your lines like coke that I keep re-pressing My rhymes like coke that I keep repressing Where's the Merc, I thought you were mashing work Ping ping I thought you were clapping thing Where's the cash, I thought you was in the trap And what's with all the front 'cause ain't nobody got your back Look, the place I'm from ain't nothing to make light off Ride around and turn your lights off Aww you wanna play, you know no gangsta The flip it back, ride around and turn your lights off Cutting through the city, big body Benz Talking to Pro Green about cuttin' ends Letras de cancionesEvery time they see us in the streets they're like there they go Got my bro looking out the window like "that's one of them" What's with all the gossip, what's with all the chat If we pull up to the front they're running out the back You know that I'm getting money, you know that's a fact With my tools on you know how the goons are Spray spray we about to take the roof off Then I shoot off in a new car It's easy, you're making it look too hard Slow down, you're taking this shit too far Where's the Merc, I thought you were mashing work Ping ping I thought you were clapping thing Where's the cash, I thought you was in the trap And what's with all the front 'cause ain't nobody got your back Got your back, got your back Ain't nobody got your back Ain't nobody got your back Got your back, got your back Ain't nobody got your back So what's with all the front? I got that hard shit, download it and bang it in your car shit Give me the spliff yeah I'm past it Crack shy but I'm plastered, I ain't a {?} But everywhere I go I get my arse kicked See a fan give them a hug though Don't give a fuck though 'less I wanna fuck though Give you a quick spud tell you it's all love bro I couldn't give a fuck if you got hit by a bus though I buy in bulk, Costco Umbro, I will soccer if she cost though Love? No. Me I just run through it Everything is custom I'm accustomed to it Work Where's the Merc, I thought you were mashing work Ping ping I thought you were clapping thing Where's the cash, I thought you was in the trap And what's with all the front 'cause ain't nobody got your back Got your back, got your back Ain't nobody got your back Ain't nobody got your back Got your back, got your back Ain't nobody got your back So what's with all the front? From Letras Mania