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rex p - devon freestyle lyrics

style and swagger
big lips like jagger
but it’s no botox;
me? i’m unorthodox
if you’re gona brandish it, make sure it’s in a sock
you don’t wanna be the main feature on crimewatch
life is short, make the most of what you got
i’ve bussed cases like my name’s amanda knox;
and i’ll still do my ting dawg, i will never stop;
i’ll be getting money til they put me in that wooden box
yeh my skins ebony, but i got the ivory;
plus i’ve got the guinea link, talking 25 a key
if they ever catch me wid it, imagine what they do to me?
always 2 cars behind gota tread carefully
no stops or resting, when it’s my investment;
straight to the trap a pagan’s babymudda testing;
can’t go that way the babylon are stepping;
certain parts of the hood come like a wild western
burt lancaster, slippery like pasta;
the way i puff sensimile i should have been a rasta!
the way i move food dawg, i should have been an asda!
worldwide business, sort of like mazda
but i’m not j-panese: british jamaican
fresh like a cake tin; dunga getting raked in;
but the talk’s clean ca you know da bwoy dem’s taping;
me not getting dough?!? haram like bacon!
sausages, bangers, i’ll leave your sh-t sizzling
go against my fam? they’ll find your toes shivering
nurse force feeding you; bottom lip dribbling;
food getting liquidised; right hand trembling
if i’m not strong today you know that i’m remembering
every dawg has it’s day, life can be humbling
you coming direct, you know that i’m not fumbling
fell down a few times but there’s no more sp-ce for stumbling
yeh i love apple pie but i’m never crumbling;
tell a judge “suck your gran! slap me with a hundred then!”
do those years lying down, but i’m never slumbering;
if my enemies lightning then you know i’m thundering
5 figure n-gga on my way to being 8 doe;
haffi get da p-ssy but you know i’ll never rape doe
kind of a play on words, cos you know i rape dough;
but i only get erect when i’m stacking papes bro
food man, fraud man, find whatever label!
come rain or shine i’m putting food on the table
and if it’s that time i’ll bring the colt out the stable;
and i’m talking real sh-t, ain’t no clark gable;
sh-t that will turn you from able to disabled
sh-t that will turn reckless talk into babel
sh-t that will have you like a baby in a cradle
this is real life sh-t it ain’t no f-cking fable
i’ve seen certain n-ggas yesterday they was the man;
to turning queen’s evidence right there on the stand
i’ve seen a n-gga hold 35, a next n-gga hold 30;
a next man hold 22 and that sh-t kinda hurt me
b-tch made n-ggas need to get rid of them skirts g;
there’s a code to this sh-t, it needs to be observed g;
this snitching bug is contagious like herpes;
i pray to father god that none of my tugs desert me

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