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bonkaz - new season freestyle lyrics

intro/skit:
“man think im sleeping, i ain’t sleeping
plan is in motion… n+++++ working
feel me… shout out all of my tugs”

verse:
went from a zed of cheese to feta cheese
no meat just veggies b
so street check the energy
hold heat what you telling me
same time i sold seeds like sesames
i can take a deep breath and run up like a penalty
or i can score from outside the box with a [?]
yh, i done a lot with this weaponry
reach inside my pocket give you coppers like you’re beggin me
mally can’t believe i’m still tryna buy mashes
my habibi don’t believe me when i say i’m tryna practise
long time i ain’t seen a mash you’ve been playing gymnastics thats making a flip and tryna land it
spent a couple years trying not to look too hood
but the truth of the matter is i still move buj
and i still move light, but i still move right
my little g just bought a 9 and tried to k!ll two guys
thats two birds one stone but he still too fly
[?] girl no sponsor [?]
we’re just tryna make cash flip
burberry jacket with the faux fur call me mr fantastic
boy i’m so bless swear if i don’t stop finessing imma put some money on my own head
i ain’t talking to no feds, you would think that i was selling sleeping pills the way that i sold zeds
i got mash money and food money my rainy day money is jump on a plane money when it ain’t sunny
hey sunny i’m the wrong one never had a job but i could always get the mother f++++++ job done
trapping in the rain patterned in the game
[?] steamed veg i’ll turn you cabbage with the flame
if the white ain’t dope imma strike in [?]
cos i won’t [?] to tell a boy to send it back the way it came
i’m still aggy, still savvy, money in my skinny jeans make em feel baggy
making [?] snaps but i’m still trappy, something bout that dirty money make me feel happy
s+++ something bout the roads got me running with them o’s
i’m nice i could spot an undercover in his clothes
i flip, flip the script then i double up my dough
i grip, glitch the switch take a run up then i blow
like, oh my days they know my face, blow my gage, hold my weight they ain’t f++++++ with this dough i make
if a brave little tramp wanna line me up rise it up then i’ll blow like [?]
don’t like hate, don’t like haters, n++++++ scared of the hustle like they don’t like papers
cro lines, old lines i don’t care if i’m famous, don’t ask me why i’m ot my g i’m here for the payments
ain’t preparing no statements, i be out there with the [?]
need a shipment of gelato in a thousand containers
still in last nights tracky running round like i’m shameless
i buy designer jackets don’t really f+++ with the trainers
tell a f+++ n+++++ pump up your kicks and [?] before a n+++++ pump slugs
i ain’t in the mood for no punch up belly shot like a henny shot
[?] my milly rock that’s on any block don’t get it f+++++ up

- bonkaz lyrics

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