Oxford Street (feat. Abu G)

I'm chilling two blocks from Oxford Street
Tryna buy a packet of weed
Slow breeze when the man exits cuz I got to get that bitch on my sleeve
I don't even need to go back up my g cuz I know my bro got a wap in his jeans
Tell me if you know about problem-solving
Cuz I got to lot to achieve

All that I want is fellatio
Pull up in the west of Cairo occasion
Doused in flames call the fire station
Eating my salad gonna get that bitch Cajun
Yeah they talking they berating
Getting on my nerves yeah I'm getting frustrated
All black Rick came in like Vader
Coming like Kanye homie we major
We major we major

Baby don't touch my arm
Like baby don't touch my arm
I was on Oxford street and I got me a bag of the bag of the guap
Said baby don't touch my arm
Like baby don't touch my arm
I was on Oxford street and I got me a bag of the bag of the guap

Baby don't touch my arm
Don't you know that I'm armed
Pull up to the station no altercation came in with my army he came in alone
Fuck that I'm on a whole other rhythm tryna get the man disciplined cuz I feel he just started
And with beef we ain't putting no cinnamon
Ill hit em with a left hook and ill bet the house that'll leave the man rarted
Leave the man on the floor like a carpet
Hit his legs that'll leave him lethargic
I been shopping around going all
I been moving Oxford street its not target

Baby don't touch my arm
Like baby don't touch my arm
I was on Oxford street and I got me a bag of the bag of the guap
Said baby don't touch my arm
Like baby don't touch my arm
I was on Oxford street and I got me a bag of the bag of the guap

I just hit em with the grease
Bad B's hitting em with ease
I've been smoking on the Cali with a baddie yeah she living in Bali but she actually from Belize
Fuck the neighbors tryna call the police
Smoking on the KK with my G's
What you know about working when you're fasting in Ramadan in the summer in the blazing heat
Yeah that's how it's like living in Cairo man
Not pushing hell of a white like a rhino
The feds get on to them and then they switch whips
But eventually they get clocked its a cycle
Then they get put on the news and go viral
Yeah it's the same old story
I might blaze that pack with my G's dem on the weekend in my lane like Tory
And all of these people moving the same they bore me
And I'm blazing
Got a baddie you know she Jamaican
I don't really rate him he a Paigon
All she wanna go and do is rave and
Said she finished but we never started
Yeah she's always fighting always raging
When I shoot my shot I hit my target
Gary Payton that's what I've been blazing

Baby don't touch my arm
Like baby don't touch my arm
I was on Oxford street and I got me a bag of the bag of the guap
Said baby don't touch my arm
Like baby don't touch my arm
I was on Oxford street and I got me a bag of the bag of the guap



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Hiel
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