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bonkaz – 4pm in london lyrics

[verse: bonkaz]
it’s 4pm in london not calabasas
funny when the mc suck up to the gangster rappers
funny when they filled with hate and the love is backwards, tweet fire emojis and say it’s cl-ssic when it’s f-cking average
wanna diss my brother i ain’t gonna have it
fake n-gg- with a couple carrots, roger rabbit
got a matic for the problem so i’m problematic
talk street but you sweet like some pomegranate
i wish these boys would know themselves and know it well
caught cases like school they just show and tell
yeah i see these n-gg-s hating on a low as well
smile in my face but they hope i fail
i got on my own ting, i run my own shit, the girl you want is the girl i’m probably coming home with
that’s ‘cos i’m a g though, heard they love the road shit
i’m ne-yo, i’m so sick, my ego’s explosive
banging shots in my hammers top getting mula in
putting green on the streets like a hula bin
ain’t nothing sweet when we creep, fam we do the ting
load it up inside the back like removal men, we’re moving in
they’re tryna get me on a bruiser ting, i angle it you get it from the side like i through it in
those brothers, no heart when they’re doing things, no morals, no cl-ss like they’re truanting
shows out in europe, 20 minutes, 5 racks
20 women tryna benefit of my stack
renz running shit and they ain’t singing like that, renz running shit and they ain’t singing like that
run up on a n-gg- with the spinner fire at baby ain’t looking scary where the ginger spice at
moving sporty with the .40 when i’m in your sides trapping i bring em by [?]
i ain’t f-cking with anybody that disses my gang
distorms, no handshakes, just a right hand
come and put you boys in the fire like a frying pan
come and stick you up in the studio like a mic stand
my n-gg-‘s ?swift worms like coolio?, used to be doing road now we be doing shows out in thailand
n-gg-s preeing me i be shooting smoke, .9 bang
get busy, i ain’t ed milli but i like bands
show politics, hollow tips, when i’m riding out
i don’t want your b-tch, she’s on my d-ck, i be flying out
popcaan i pop a clip have you signing out, popcaan suck your mudda tip why you crying fam
man overdo it, man overstreet, them man know the street they over sweet
yeah they can’t roll with me, ain’t cold as me
ask renz, i’m ginuwine and jodeci

[outro: renz]
(real shit, new generation)
n-gg-s ain’t f-cking with my side now (forever gang)
these b-tches f-cking with my side right now (and it won’t stop, uhuh)
n-gg-s don’t wanna see my right now (and we won’t stop)
i could go and get my .9 right now
n-gg-s ain’t f-cking with my side now
these b-tches f-cking with my side right now
n-gg-s don’t wanna see my right now
i could go and get my .9 right now

- bonkaz lyrics

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