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ra - sprinter freestyle lyrics

[verse]
the mandem too too crazy
five star hotel, waps and brazy
mixing mocktails, i don’t drink baileys
she look thick but she slim like shady
drinking fiji water lately
blue hijab, she ain’t into dating
alright, none of these gyal can faze me
we ain’t had no general wealth
but me and the mandem ran through millions
my whip coulda been on interceptors
how i beat that chase so diligent
went from sitting in a cell to a benz
it’s mad how i had that chase and blew it
my plug wan’ gimme a hundred shh
yeah i’m good, let’s do it
take a look at this four+five ting
that’s your life in danger, can’t just stare
with bae through thick and thin
used to come to the bins so her heart was clear
brown and bad, when i done five, i was like “i’m halfway there”
this ting too big, i just make man run like a sprinter
this ting too big, it won’t fit in no suv
spesh on spesh, i beg somebody tell them please
i got too many waps, too many many waps
i got shh, i can sh+ll down the next few weeks
alright, just send where they’re flexing please
suv, inside black, outside white like i’m watching white chicks
more time, man bill a line it’s white ish
stack like i don’t even wan’ look stylish
pistol came with fifteen rounds
if i double tap, this could get high risk
the way that i ball, the ref had to come out the way when i’m sliding
who did what we did on the scene?
after all them years and mixtapes that i did in my teens
pirate radio, fifth in my jeans
mad yute, you used to live in your dreams
had +rs+nal, yeah come pick up my team
nuff gyal date, don’t live in their means
want a hundred percent when i’m shipping that green
i told her my name is r
she said “no, what’s the one on your driving licence?”
your boyfriend ran when he seen man pull up cause he don’t want violence
we move in silence, gotta be on point cah i’m still on licence
it’s mad when the whole of your team get hunted down by trident
i’m real, i still hit bro like, like “mind how you’re doing that road up”
bae a soldier but she a moaner
twisting my words, how did this all blow up?
please gimme sp+ce, i ain’t in it to show up
give her my password, nothing gon’ show up
then i just watch when her face all glows up
alright, i got the stainless steel and platinum
dinner table, got the hand ting
tucked in my shirt on a mad ting
still loading, that’s the fraction
and i got this pump for that minimal action
any violation, the mandem whacked ’em
alright, fire for a wife beater
i don’t rock with that but i’m rocking a vest
i’ve been through the twists and turns
the turns and twists, got a lot on my meds
i done a lot, there’s a lot i regret
in the booth right now, off the top of my head
in jamaica, cousins a pest
first time i see man get shot in his head
regardless they have to rate the ting
he has to watch me take his tings
heard that gyal likes real badman
but it can’t be true if she’s dating him
rollie rose or green, paper clean
i know they gon’ hate the ting
you ever had that spinner and stared at bro
like “look what you made me bring”?
jack boys come to the curb
looking to rob bare man and wave the ting
but i ain’t gotta worry bout that
cause they all rate my ting

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