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frxxer - money freedom lyrics

[verse]
underneath a baby’s cot i’ve got the dotty in the crib
scheming, eating sushi platters with two wooden chopsticks
flew to the beach side, she thought i went for fish and chips
came home, big drip, fourth floor harvey nicks
keep the black bottle shelved and i’m moving like i’m rich
but i ball, swish three it’s not bricks
if it’s pure cocaine, just add me to the mix
up my sleeve i’ve got a few little tricks
wake up, smelt the coffee like vicks
check how the trap clips
round goodfellas, glass of luc belaire for my chick
senorita bonita, i just say it how it is
vienes a mi casa, means you’re coming to my crib
a little spanish heavy chick intrigued all up in the kid
now your boy telling you he saw her up in buggy’s whip
got you paranoid and sh+t
cause she’s airing out your calls while she’s playing with her cl+t
she don’t care about her man when she rolling with the kid
no lean up in my cup, i’m popping dizz
pop a little money dance like them shoreline kids
with my jewels on lit, it’s got me feeling like mitch
i could never stress a b+tch, had to learn that in the bin
came home, bust a pack, mother’s kitchen for the cling
while you didn’t see a thing, disappear like mo salah on the wing
now it’s seafood cuisine, double f’s on my tee
balmain, stepping saucy, red bottoms on my feet
cah i right step clean, spending money overseas
that’s the good times, i’m talking bout the money freedom speech
so i’m busy like bumpy on 104th street
ain’t granted for permission, i’m just matching for the cheese
now she always wanna eat, big batty wanna squeeze
leave my hand print on her cheek, yeah she foreign and she fleek
so seductive when she speak, top game got me weak in the knees
blowing gushers and she gushing when she leak
margiela, ysl, louis vuitton up on her heel
she don’t f+ck with ian beale, she just f+ck with kids that deal
made a movie with this chick, no reel
trap hard, move right, don’t get caught behind the steel
they’re guilty when the pressure gets real
bluffing, tryna make you slip and have you all up in your feels
still remanded me, her majesty’s playground was a field
nfa but two times cps refused my bail
guess it’s back to crystal, t’s getting fed two meals
belly hungry, half a sheet broke down for them sales
putting paper through doors like i work for royal mail
looking in the mirror, overgrown hair, long nails
i’m from yorkshire but round here it don’t feel like the dales
i’m used to billing swishers, sipping on c+cktails
i be ticking off tasks all in a timescale
no shots, hit ’em full toss like chris g+yle

- frxxer lyrics

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