Jrocks Productions
How many steps have I taken on the concrete?
Too many, why? 'Cause a nigga love to swap feet
Top class, I'm about to have a fucking top seat
Big gaff, eight bedrooms, five en-suites
With the sweet one, you like some pop treats
Not sweets, sip a bit of Vossy whilst she top me
I know she don't want weed, she just wants D
I lied, she don't want D, she just wants me
She don't want D, she just wants me
I don't want her so I had to tell her that
I said, "Soz B, it's not you, it's me"
And she really thinks I'm gonna try and get her back
Ah, but enough of that, two, two puff of that
Back lain life on the rave, looking rough and that
Brought back a bad B, nah, I ain't coughing that
Asked her what she good for, she couldn't tell me nothing like
Let down, drip to the top, ain't tryna get down
I don't know one nigga that ain't tryna get pound
And when they do, yeah, you know it gets 'round
Yeah, it really, really gets 'round
How we're getting it, spending it, getting it again
Share it with my family, I share it with my friends
Moving, fading, you won't get a penny in the end
Niggas know I'm gonna hit the belly in the end
How many steps have I taken on the concrete?
Too many, why? 'Cause a nigga love to swap feet
Top class, I'm about to have a fucking top seat
Big gaff, eight bedrooms, five en-suites
With the sweet one, you like some pop treats
Not sweets, sip a bit of Vossy whilst she top me
I know she don't want weed, she just wants D
I lied, she don't want D, she just wants me
I'm a prodigy, man can never bother me
People talking like there's lots of C, I'm like what's to see?
Honestly, all girls on my wood, no monogamy
I might pop a fucking Nos canny whilst she's topping me
Like how can a nigga try to copy me?
Huh? And try to paste it on himself
Bacardi, know I'm coming up with self
And if I ain't with my bruddas then I'm by myself
If I ain't by myself then I'm with my bros
They don't ask no questions, they already know
Sick of maggies and we smoking on the crow
You know how we do, we do it on the low
How many steps have I taken on the concrete?
Too many, why? 'Cause a nigga love to swap feet
Top class, I'm about to have a fucking top seat
Big gaff, eight bedrooms, five en-suites
With the sweet one, you like some pop treats
Not sweets, sip a bit of Vossy whilst she top me
I know she don't want weed, she just wants D
I lied, she don't want D, she just wants-
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I know she don't want weed, she just wants D
I lied, she don't want D, she just wants me