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joe james - s.a.s lyrics

[intro]
bruv, what’s wrong with you? (yeh yeh yeh)
whenever someone offers you money, you take it!

yeah man, take it and cut but watch who you get yourself in debt to n++ga (ha ha ha)
yeah (huh huh huh)
guess that i might

[verse]
listen (uh)
40k on my wristw+tch, didn’t have squat, not a p+ss pot
now these weird brothers tryna blem a man
them man are funny man, they’re like chris rock
so i slap a n++ga like my wife’s jadah
slap a n++ga like my daughter willow
bumping lonely
talkin’ to the plug, chatty patty guys, talkin’ to the pillow
bug repellent for them little midgies
cat nip for them dirty kitties
told my k!lly there’s a trapping party, so i brought the food and he brought the didies
richard millie, that’s a quarter milly
so i’m going hard like i’ma die tomorrow
told my shorty you can have my heart
but it’s cold as ice, and it’s kinda hollow
on the phone with bro and said you in the barber
he said no n++ga, thats the vacuum sealer
sticky kush with them stupid turbs
it’s the amazon, but he packin’ reefer
faith evans with a bit of khalea
break it down, that’s a brick or a nina
a$ap rocky on this bus in the ria
pretty cannabis, i’m puffin’ a tria
[chorus]
sas with the sa80
in this life, who dares wins
black shades on cu the man they shady
give it all up, but i’ll take them risks

i take them risks man i swear down
still take risks and prosper like when we was in school man

[verse]
sms with a bad b+tch, s+xting, sending pics in the shower casual and she don’t stop like uma’s cunchline
would’ve been rude if i didn’t, so i’m sick
but i’ve got good manners
how man make their first ten racks let it go to the head and go broke in harrods
tell me that’s not hustling backwards
eighty bags all crammed in a mattress
how the man thought that he ain’t got it like that?
man you must be smocking crack splifs
all putting my things in your backwards
bruddas can’t stop man’s goals like mendy
i was on madness, but i was blendy
doing up, models in fendi
i couldn’t go home till my pouch was empty
reminiscing on benfleet
just me and duma
didn’t have a ten sheet, maybe a five sheet
way before ig
man i had instagram and stories
non fictional stories
pt stayed on my right like tories
on a pedal bike one just touring
stuck to the left like jeremy corbyn

- joe james lyrics

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