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house of pharaohs – joints lyrics

[verse 1]
i think you need a better leader
i can teach you how it goes
them n-ggas talkin’, not important
ammi straight from south, not important
f-ck them n-ggas, man, f-ck ’em all
thinking they changin’ these n-ggas
but there ain’t no changin’ me n-gga
them boys fake, they ain’t with it
expensive, a £100 palace
scorin’ goals, i know what’s balance
they say i got no manners
i guess cause a n-gga sell work
i (?) my boys golden
i dont’ have to tell you that i’m chosen
i can do it clean, no mess
young n-gga, i take and finesse
dash in on a b-tch, we skeetin’
tell ’em “don’t bite the hand that feed ’em”
like money haffi mek just stack that
them man on the block like keenan
and she eat my meet she ain’t vegan
stack money, we need them funds
all of that, tell that b-tch “run it up”

[verse 2: sam wise]
she snap a pic of me and put it on insta
we ain’t even cool like that
i was tryna run through the nard
she don’t really chill with gang
don’t get the wrong idea
i see this sh-t all clear
clutch down switching fifth gear
smoking loud pack to the ear
money man, money man, we don’t play
run around town tryna get that ay
you been tryna hit that
gang done hit that
now i think she ain’t that great
flavours that come from sp-ce
how’d you know that i couldn’t take your place
whole squad, check mate
new bird from dominica
used to slap man on fifa
put the buds up in a rizla
take a toke and then i kiss her
finesse the move, execute it
ooh, this girl is the cutest
if it’s p’s i gotta run it up
then i’m gone, i’m like hunter
new flex for the summer

[verse 3: bandanna]
found a b-tch out in taiwan
she out at my shows, what a die hard
she’s all (?)
not a place we can go like my yard
rip up the robes no lion
snoke green, might roll a giant
throw it in a circle she gettin’ it
married to the money, no wedding ring
banging on the door, won’t let em in
(?) i could drown
i see that you’re moving like a child
why you gotta be so rowdy
look at my pocket, it’s smelling like saudi
really flexin’, no gym
baggin’ hoes like pimps
out on the roads, gotta use me the slim
we on the mission, i’m cold with the mink
f-ck tkl, w be the wins
your b-tch on my phone and she call me the prince
hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
back to (?) doing donuts
call my celly, she a roller
i ain’t never had a stylist
still in your feelings, you want it

[verse 4: blaze]
ay
she finna ride
call up my line
i been alive
come catch a wave (true)
really talk money, drop bands on the play
i could do this for a while on your main b-tch
cats wanna call for the same piff
all you got out of me is the same bits
really do dirt with the gang and sh-t
really do dirt for the fans and sh-t
i might run my mouth for the bands and sh-t
running through the ends with bro
talk about b-tch, then go
tryna let the bands unfold
i smoke loads and loads
like karma’s a b-tch, i know (yeah i knew it)
all these friends got bros
that’s so much things in a low
switch step, (?)
like what the f-ck, tell her go home
and i just want a re-up
uber xl, i don’t need her
we don’t take drugs, just crow
broccoli, smoke up blow

[verse 5]
they watching my st–z, i’m settin’ the trends
p-ssy so good, i f-cked her again, yeah she a ten
i flex on your friends, smoke in the benz, then buy me some creps
tell me what’s next, tell me what’s next
i talk p’s and stuff
bad b-tch, never got a cuff
n-ggas wanna act h-lla tough
boy you ain’t gettin’ no dough
yeah i make money from home
yeah i get money from shows
bad b-tch bust on her t-t
’till i gotta build me a spliff
heard your bars, they were sh-t (mate)
you man came to the biz (mate)
me and my g’s, you’ll regret it (mate)
shut down shows everytime (yah)
(?), just went up (up)
f-ck your scores, i’mma change (it)
boy we flex, got rate (it)
ain’t got time for patience

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