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mag (uk) - kitchen lyrics

(eat my fish chips first bluh)
mag:
i run in i pack in my bag
i stop cos im playing with lag
i run to the flag im taking it back
on top yeah my name it is mag
i shoot, i shoot and i shoot and i take off his hat
working i made me a rack
feeling like im skys when i’m running laps

curts and sosu:
yo bluh what you saying bluh
what u saying tonight
come link me now
wagwan
i need eat my fish chips first bluh
mag:
i run in i pack in my bag
i stop cos im playing with lag
i run to the flag im taking it back
on top yeah my name it is mag
i shoot, i shoot and i shoot and i take off his hat
working i made me a rack
feeling like im skys when i’m running laps
she get on my case and she tempt me
taking my time cos i know i got plenty
mag in the kitchen im cooking with envy
outta the kitchen we making an entry
checking me out when i step out
check if its coming by putting my head out
live undеr the shard man i bled out
checking your tеam and they all looking dead out

got the toga on my shoe
had money on me im a jew
they dressing me flee for the shoot
where i live you can see all the view
where i live you can see what it do
yeah i get on the beat yeah im due
to get down i just be on a groove
(huh, move)
im linking em get on the tube
im thinking dont step on my shoes
you see that these air force are new
catching a loss when they step out
their lady on me when they pull up in loubs
they lying bout checking my tunes
they talking bout riding im betting theyll lose
these man dont wanna know me
cos you will see who really put work
hot stepping all on my turf
young m a g i better my curse
still working better my worth
i clocked the money in thoughts

random call:
a: d+mn bro why you gotta steal your momma money for?
b: empty your pockets, lemme see your pockets bro
if you see a 20 im a b+tch lemme see your pockets bro
a: wow bruh thats my card in your hand like youre so rich
b: thats your card in my hand bro i got more on my card and my chequing cost

i run in i pack in my bag
i stop cos im playing with lag
i run to the flag im taking it back
on top yeah my name it is mag
i shoot, i shoot and i shoot and i take off his hat
working i made me a rack
feeling like im skys when i’m running laps
she get on my case and she tempt me
taking my time cos i know i got plenty
mag in the kitchen im cooking with envy
outta the kitchen we making an entry
checking me out when i step out
check if its coming by putting my head out
live under the shard man i bled out
checking your team and they all looking dead out
these man wanna tempt me..

- mag uk lyrics

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