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margs - where i'm from lyrics

(the beat boss)
(ciirocco, you play too much)

you’re a bad gyal, it’s you
when they look, they look for you
i’m a bad man, it’s true
but girl i might be good for you
we ain’t gotta duck or hide
no face no case right in my ride
who cares if they see us outside?
dem can’t tell me how to live my life, where i’m from
everybody gettin’ money gettin’ busy where i’m from (yeah, yeah)
if they k!ll me now i know they gotta miss me where i’m from (yeah, yeah)
way too many years, way too many tears where i’m from
i know i been a little quiet but i’m always here where i’m from

no g, raised on these cold streets
school bus emojis, i stay with a pokey
these phoneys can’t tell me nothing
man will cook a man good and talk him curry mutton
man will take a man’s girl in a heartbeat
the baddest been in my crib since last week
and in the club she try tell me that i’m all talk
and now her mouth full of d til she can’t speak
where i’m from, they roll with dot dots and big blades
burn blocks and droptops and skin faze
l!ck shots in broad day this sh-t’s bait
you n-ggas only do dirt on your mixtape

where i’m from, n-ggas get rich and still live in the ends
and i was taught you never snitch, you never leave your friends
you came in with them n-ggas it’s best leave with them
cos hitters get lost in the sauce and stop seeing sense

you’re a bad gyal, it’s you
when they look, they look for you
i’m a bad man, it’s true
but girl i might be good for you
we ain’t gotta duck or hide
no face no case right in my ride
who cares if they see us outside?
dem can’t tell me how to live my life, where i’m from
everybody gettin’ money gettin’ busy where i’m from (yeah, yeah)
if they k!ll me now i know they gotta’ miss me where i’m from (yeah, yeah)
way too many years, way too many tears where i’m from
i know i been a little quiet but i’m alway here where i’m from

i’m from the legendary (?), east side of london
hackney, born and raised in the dungeon
it’s g sh-t, then you know we makin’ an appearance
my yg’s, making more paper than your parents
i might be, the best thing to come out of the borough still
i’m just way too smooth i’ve got that b-tter feel
they ain’t got no morals up in the gutter still
so if your girl dont suck it i better your mother will
peng ting sitting in the p-ssenger
told she’s a singer and she’s looking for a manager
i’m just tryna bill up likkle trust so i can get up in her guts, and have homegirl leakin’ on the p-ssenger
i’m from the ends where everybody know me
young n-gga gettin’ it, came up with the ogs
back like i never left, same old homies
still do my ting on my lonely

you’re a bad gyal, it’s you
when they look, they look for you
i’m a bad man, it’s true
but girl i might be good for you
we ain’t gotta duck or hide
no face no case right in my ride
who cares if they see us outside?
dem can’t tell me how to live my life, where i’m from
everybody gettin’ money gettin’ busy where i’m from (yeah, yeah)
if they k!ll me now i know they gotta’ miss me where i’m from (yeah, yeah)
way too many years, way too many tears where i’m from
i know i been a little quiet but i’m alway here where i’m from

- margs lyrics

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