Wired
Man don't talk on the net cos I ain't inspired,
All of these pussies liars
Man tried rush on ped,
That's two more man that need to retire
Touched down so I log off so i ain't got no more beef in the fryer,
Ol days i was rocking Bluetooth,
But the mandem know about wired,
On my line they testin me like mic
Had your girlfriend on the seat like recline,
Until I'm feeling fine,
Message me I'm bout the bored ting,
Just don't hit my line,
You know how it goes and they still don't wanna fuck with me,
More time when when I check out flight mode,
Unwanted on guest list,
4 man steady stepping out,
Almost thought you were guessing,
Told me mind my Ps and Qs,
But I told her that I'm selective,
Going straight from A to B
No middle seat I'm selective,
Can't start with the rumours in my ear,
Hearing man are speaking,
I guess I've been forgetting like the infos leaking,
I guess that I used to smoke with bro,
Then he ended up tweakin,
Can't be me im due to blow,
Better watch out for the sequel,
Man don't talk on the net cos I ain't inspired,
All of these pussies liars
Man tried rush on ped,
That's two more man that need to retire
Touched down so I log off so i ain't got no more beef in the fryer,
Ol days i was rocking Bluetooth,
But the mandem know about wired,
On my line they testin me like mic
Had your girlfriend on the seat like recline,
Until I'm feeling fine,
Message me I'm bout the bored ting,
Just don't hit my line,
You know how it goes and they still don't wanna fuck with me,
Bro got forces,
More time you know that I
I step with caution,
Fully involved,
But the Ends got beef
So I can't get no portion,
Creases
Linked my guy that's o-t
Said she wanna o-f
But I told her ofb,
Can't be mad at me like sour,
Blacked out looking like twin towers,
Link me there in quarter hour,
Man be throwing up quarters,
Quarters heads and tails no crown,
Too much stress on me gotta frown,
Too many fumes when the flows get loud,
Too much hype that's part of the crowd,
(Man don't talk on the net cos I ain't inspired,
All of these pussies liars)
(Two more man that need to retire)
(Got no more beef in the fryer)
(But the mandem know about wired)
All of these pussies liars
Man tried rush on ped,
That's two more man that need to retire
Touched down so I log off so i ain't got no more beef in the fryer,
Ol days i was rocking Bluetooth,
But the mandem know about wired,
On my line they testin me like mic
Had your girlfriend on the seat like recline,
Until I'm feeling fine,
Message me I'm bout the bored ting,
Just don't hit my line,
You know how it goes and they still don't wanna fuck with me,
More time when when I check out flight mode,
Unwanted on guest list,
4 man steady stepping out,
Almost thought you were guessing,
Told me mind my Ps and Qs,
But I told her that I'm selective,
Going straight from A to B
No middle seat I'm selective,
Can't start with the rumours in my ear,
Hearing man are speaking,
I guess I've been forgetting like the infos leaking,
I guess that I used to smoke with bro,
Then he ended up tweakin,
Can't be me im due to blow,
Better watch out for the sequel,
Man don't talk on the net cos I ain't inspired,
All of these pussies liars
Man tried rush on ped,
That's two more man that need to retire
Touched down so I log off so i ain't got no more beef in the fryer,
Ol days i was rocking Bluetooth,
But the mandem know about wired,
On my line they testin me like mic
Had your girlfriend on the seat like recline,
Until I'm feeling fine,
Message me I'm bout the bored ting,
Just don't hit my line,
You know how it goes and they still don't wanna fuck with me,
Bro got forces,
More time you know that I
I step with caution,
Fully involved,
But the Ends got beef
So I can't get no portion,
Creases
Linked my guy that's o-t
Said she wanna o-f
But I told her ofb,
Can't be mad at me like sour,
Blacked out looking like twin towers,
Link me there in quarter hour,
Man be throwing up quarters,
Quarters heads and tails no crown,
Too much stress on me gotta frown,
Too many fumes when the flows get loud,
Too much hype that's part of the crowd,
(Man don't talk on the net cos I ain't inspired,
All of these pussies liars)
(Two more man that need to retire)
(Got no more beef in the fryer)
(But the mandem know about wired)
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Writer(s): Samuel Sako
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