Car Chase Freestyle
Bro loves trapping had to tell him that put your talent for a good use
Still he gets a thrill exposing good yutes
If it's Hakkasan takeaway for my bros too
Cah you know if I eat he gotta eat too
Car chase I can smell the rubber from the wheels
Made a living of the yo, illustrating how I feel
Can't stop won't stop I ain't rich yet
Take a baddie to the hills to have some rich sex
With my words I paint pictures
I gotta be careful if I'm chatting to them vixens
They didn't wanna know when I was bruk, went Vegas came back and gallys wanna Fuck
Invest in a rolly, flip that, then I build a house back in yard (Ghana)
Mama said that I would be a star man they should've seen the glow from the start
Girl I know your ex man (Ex man, ex man)
Said he spent bands in libertine but he running from the tax man
A night in the life of a tug, ask bro in the fleece, he's the plug for the plug
Yeah I came up from the mud
But bro still selling them drugs
Should be pouring drink, living large
But he feel in love with the bando, the streets ain't showing no love
The streets ain't showing no love
Streets ain't showing no
The streets ain't showing no love
Streets ain't showing no
The streets ain't showing no love
They ain't showing no
The streets ain't showing no love
The streets ain't showing no
I need rich sex, in a penthouse that's a big cheque
The wristwatch, top notch that's a big step
The young G's look at me like I'm a goat
If I wasn't Lenny Loso I would tell em call me big flex
The other side claiming stuff they ain't did
I'm a grown man now, guess it is what it is
If you want let's get down to the biz
Don't discriminate long as it's about getting liz
I just lost a bag that's a mistake
The way I run it back that's a piss take
Busy going hard in the yo
While bro bro's whipping so much he's got a wrist ache
I just lost a bag that's a mistake
The way I run it back that's a piss take
Busy going hard in the yo
While bro bro's whipping so much he's got a wrist ache
Bro loves traping had to tell him that put your talent up for a good use
Still he gets a thrill exposing good yutes
If I'm going Hakkasan takeaway for my bros too
Cah you know if I eat he gotta eat too
Car chase I can smell the rubber from the wheels
Made a living of the yo, illustrating how I feel
Can't stop won't stop I ain't rich yet
Take a baddie to the hills to have some rich sex
Still he gets a thrill exposing good yutes
If it's Hakkasan takeaway for my bros too
Cah you know if I eat he gotta eat too
Car chase I can smell the rubber from the wheels
Made a living of the yo, illustrating how I feel
Can't stop won't stop I ain't rich yet
Take a baddie to the hills to have some rich sex
With my words I paint pictures
I gotta be careful if I'm chatting to them vixens
They didn't wanna know when I was bruk, went Vegas came back and gallys wanna Fuck
Invest in a rolly, flip that, then I build a house back in yard (Ghana)
Mama said that I would be a star man they should've seen the glow from the start
Girl I know your ex man (Ex man, ex man)
Said he spent bands in libertine but he running from the tax man
A night in the life of a tug, ask bro in the fleece, he's the plug for the plug
Yeah I came up from the mud
But bro still selling them drugs
Should be pouring drink, living large
But he feel in love with the bando, the streets ain't showing no love
The streets ain't showing no love
Streets ain't showing no
The streets ain't showing no love
Streets ain't showing no
The streets ain't showing no love
They ain't showing no
The streets ain't showing no love
The streets ain't showing no
I need rich sex, in a penthouse that's a big cheque
The wristwatch, top notch that's a big step
The young G's look at me like I'm a goat
If I wasn't Lenny Loso I would tell em call me big flex
The other side claiming stuff they ain't did
I'm a grown man now, guess it is what it is
If you want let's get down to the biz
Don't discriminate long as it's about getting liz
I just lost a bag that's a mistake
The way I run it back that's a piss take
Busy going hard in the yo
While bro bro's whipping so much he's got a wrist ache
I just lost a bag that's a mistake
The way I run it back that's a piss take
Busy going hard in the yo
While bro bro's whipping so much he's got a wrist ache
Bro loves traping had to tell him that put your talent up for a good use
Still he gets a thrill exposing good yutes
If I'm going Hakkasan takeaway for my bros too
Cah you know if I eat he gotta eat too
Car chase I can smell the rubber from the wheels
Made a living of the yo, illustrating how I feel
Can't stop won't stop I ain't rich yet
Take a baddie to the hills to have some rich sex
Credits
Writer(s): Harri James Williams, Lennox Amo
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