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patrin kibuuka-musoke - no selfies lyrics

well, well, well…
if it’s rumours please don’t tell me
if we s-x then please no selfies
ok now wait
punching above of your weight
man bring nuttin to da table
still man wanna get plates
mandem don’t wanna circle
but wanna be round when it pays
she wasn’t on man till the –
now all she ask is how long’ll i take?
got a sweet ting moving in place
funny ‘cos she works in real estate
got a ting that’s on me ‘cos my name
that’s two ways mans been bait
two ways like a junction
no two ways –
if he’s talking trash man dump him
see more blood than a family function
but i’ve never been a buss guy
still wid dem man from da block
i never switch up, never bop sides
block guys, never been black eyed
but i’ve, only been buck eyed
block guys if they try block mine
buss eye man wida bukai
bukai
better not brush i’ll
catch man slipping in raves
it can get sticky in tape
nowadays bare acts it’s awkward
open up akh if he tries to support him
on the phone to a ting not talking
tryna find a full time job cold calling
old jawn but her call gets forwarded
tings on tings mans found man’s calling
no clothes on, she just wants jeeting
that’s a decent ting indecent
i just gotta give the word like preachers
and it’s ironic ‘cos her body looks speechless
oh jesus
man i’m just g*nius
negus
got my right hand on beefing
beatings
he just gives hooks like features
she just open pectineus and brevis
no ceilings tryna be supa
i just want sterlings oozing
man get lippy then it’s kritikal
whos it?
it’s a northwest movement
man know i’m a northwest veteran
ain’t no question, 10 man section
bait raves attended
i was outside dreams like i’m astral projecting
1 exit, tryna scoop ex’s like..

please don’t tell me
if we s-x then please no selfies
can’t have a ting that i had try l me
got a new ting shaped like a sudanese
figure out like riddle me’s
man’s talking pasts that tickles me
big man i had more likes as simile
you ain’t really gang gang
gang, you’re just third wheeling
man say they got z’s they’re dreaming
still pick my man’s girl from neasden…
by the train station
we don’t send location, directions only
a ting can’t try come back to a place she don’t know b
120 on da dash
dash? i don’t mean dash
i got g’s there stash
stash? i don’t mean cash
steps on w-ss
‘cos the kicks looking like they’re sending
dress codes expensive
the ‘f’s’ on the fendi’s looking offensive
so if it’s rumours please don’t tell me
if we s-x then please no selfies

- patrin kibuuka musoke lyrics

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