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feltzpreviewscovers - 354 liftoff * lyrics

b-tch i’m from london, thats the heart of the home
doin’ 80 on the road, my condition is always critical, who said i got caught slippin’
so f-ck my foes and f-ck the po’s, and f-ck all this sippin’
been chilling with the villain’s some blooding some cripping that all day
psycho, revs runner, lz or foulplay
gambled my life like dice games but i’m on top of my game
i dont lose i hit the mix with flames ,recorded the come back, now ima crack ’em again
tired of the dope should i go to the traffickin’ game
nowadays i ball like ea games, so you better go and get some
get out the way, unless your a b-tch let me hit some, erhhh, pop
i love money it make b-tches go crazy
she can eat a bowl of sh-t if she try to play me
ballin’, your loss if you play me
feel like im kobe, got my kds laced up, flexing in the club vip aced up
bad looking chick tatted from the waist up
but all i wanted is top cos she a straight sl-t
she no the deal and that’s for real
ain’t n0body need to pop a pill
independent still getting skrilla, but i still wish for a deal
every beat i f-cking k!ll it will, be so cold you need benadryl
ive been ill and i’ll f-ck you long time
you p-ssies ain’t a problem, i’m like chuck there’s a long line
they all want mine, yeah yeah, it’s f-ck time
dont do it wrong or last seconds like a vine
and when its time to come over, she’ll be there in no time
clockless or watchless, it’s showtime, so watch this
i call you so you can ride on this stick
no chopsticks, she pull’s it she lock lips
i hit it bare back after she gets some head
look out i’m the best, i’mma do it cos its fair
swir be the gang, cut of a couple man cos they dont bang it like a snare
on god, you better bow down to the man
got a bar, of that stank and my whole hood reppin’
westside is where i be steppin’
london mind state outcast like andre
all about that honey mmm got that p-ssy in my stash
i know people that will take you out for the right cash
and we ain’t talkin’ about a muddaf-cking date
its my birthday everyday cos i love the cake
(you got served) cos drugs is the only way possible
druggies get hostile, overdose and end up in hospital
so keep my music bangin’ this ain’t false pretense
cause if it don’t make money, it don’t make sense boy!

now who woulda thought ill come up in this b-tch
mister always look like sh-t, who dreams of being rich
get at me, all i’m tryna do is be happy
but i’m tired of the bus back seat ill rather a taxi
use to be latch key, kid, home alone in the crib
knew i had to come back but i want a cali crib
i was born out here, but wanna move out there
wanna f-ck the earth core, cos life ain’t ain’t fair
i got a track with cager, reecy, and tsunami
so you know me in the hood they think im a culprit
got a python, come check it, i’m hangin’ i’m the dopest
i’m always goin’ off, i already done told you
before the new me met the old you, closed you down in peru
the things that i used to get up to with a fly girl at my house
we used to go and cruise and smoke weed in the beamer
i love my girl so much, have you seen her?
jp out for the latinas, but my girl is hyna
feltzy the highest, we ain’t acting childish
f-ck all that y sh-t, my chick down to roll
ate her p-ssy it taste like a sachi teriyaki bowl

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