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fwea - demeanour lyrics

[intro]
f+ck dem n+ggas
dey don’t really like my demeanour
buncha kid stains, go grabba hotel cleaner
smoke in my lungs, n i sip on tequila
where da baddinas? i need me a diva

[verse 1]
move presidential moves i feel like baracka
my brudah got a blade on him like baracka
no lion my g do i look mufasa
scars on his body can’t fix widda plaster
whippin up brick sugar cane no caster
my brudahs kept it real don’t do paid actors
i see da fakes n dey act like trappers
dreadhead n+gga dat ting wan a rasta
lap on lap her body turn nascar
break dat back till her body turn patois
iook at myself i know i’m a hypocrite
good gyal bad gyal issa predicament
match my style eat da body like pick n mix
she like it black she eat dat liquorish
all out attack dat ting wan finish it
all dem tats on her body look devilish
[verse 2]
don’t let me manuover
suck me up up like a hetti hoover
p+ssy wet i’mma diver scuba
imma nightmare freddy krueger
where ya hype men hide under no ya foopa
wish dem n+ggas would drop dead sooner
deep in da sea lay next to da tuna
cancer toxic dey sounding tumour
i know da truth dem lie no rumour

[chorus]
sirens blue n+ggas run policia
if i was you better run for ya vida
back den used shot syrup by da litre
stopped followin now i’m tryna be a leader
never liked them, tell the boy pipe down
never liked them, tell the boy pipe down
only going up where da f+ck my crown?
only one getting da goola, da pound
sirens blue n+ggas run policia
if i was you better run for ya vida
back den used shot syrup by da litre
stopped followin now i’m tryna be a leader
never liked tell dem down boy pipe down
never liked tell dem down boy pipe down
only going up where da f+ck my crown
only one getting da goola da pound

- fwea lyrics

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