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Woah Kenny! Pull it back I make it clap Fucking up the map Got me fillin up the MAC Shit the studio my trap Fiends knocking at my door, always tryna get a pack But you can't hear me rap if you ain't tryna spend some racks Feeling zombie from the cold, zombie from the yak I forgot my past yeah I can barely hold a chat Likkle man you lying pop shit, my contacts full of cats They don't ask me how I'm doing they're just on man for a track (Pussy's) Rest in Peace to set man cos they're dead to me Ask me for a bring in but don't check for me Now man are in my DM's tryna lecture me bout how they can't see me in the Vex with me Coming from a place where you get one shot Make it out or you blast a one pop Man start moving shady if it's on top Pray for all my brothers free my dons locked Used to have a point to prove Now I'm just a noisy yout Tell your little bitch to give a boy the boot Tryna make some money come and join the crew If not I'm avoiding you, leave me be just sit back and enjoy the view Letras de cancionesPull it back I make it clap Fucking up the map Got me fillin up the MAC Shit the studio my trap Fiends knocking at my door, always tryna get a pack But you can't hear me rap if you ain't tryna spend some racks Feeling zombie from the cold, zombie from the yak I forgot my past yeah I can barely hold a chat Likkle man you lying pop shit, my contacts full of cats They don't ask me how I'm doing they're just on man for a track (Pussy's) Back to work I get it in then I get out the gaff Got business to attend and if I've not I got a pound to splash Face is bait they know it's Aitch so I go round the back Linkin up with bae she make it clap should hear the sound of that Say they're on me got me creasing like some AF1's Said the cookies got me stinking up in Saint Laurent Swear they hate me on the day because the papers long But prick you're paying me my wages when you play the songs Take a flight I'm going out of the estates Just landed in LA with 50 thousand in my case Man had to catch the hands for getting rowdy in my face Now I'm a bigger man I just get out and walk away Pull it back I make it clap Fucking up the map Got me fillin up the MAC Shit the studio my trap Fiends knocking at my door, always tryna get a pack But you can't hear me rap if you ain't tryna spend some racks Feeling zombie from the cold, zombie from the yak I forgot my past yeah I can barely hold a chat Likkle man you lying pop shit, my contacts full of cats They don't ask me how I'm doing they're just on man for a track (Pussy's) From Letras Mania