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rjldiablo – occasions* lyrics

[verse]
we keep up the summer, it’s a special occasion
not many times man’s been vacation
she like kodak, know that, she black and she hatian
when i first got to school people thought that i was wasian
and in this world, be patient
you don’t wanna get caught slipping by the haters
yeah, and i thought it was amazing
’til i saw what happened ’hind closed doors, you can’t evade ’em
you gotta face ’em, blood on my tounge, i’m tasting
and you don’t wanna get chased, nah
this a world of cat and mouse and you just a spectator
you a rule breaker, leave the room vacant
catch an opp slipping, man, you might wanna fade ’em
yeah, and you wanna face ’em
think what thеy done to you, it’s ’bout time you should chase ‘еm
call ’em james dashner, ’cause they on a maze run
and have you seen the things that go bump in the night?
growing up, you were useless like a thump in a fight
i keep a pump in my sight, in the trunk by my right
is an opp, outta sight, just remember, never talk ’bout a fight
ever chatted up a girl just to find out she was lesbian?
then become friends, just to find out she an actor, she a thespian
and the demons, i ain’t lettin’ ’em in my life
and i play music on the road, but b+tch, i ain’t no headie one
my opps tried rap but they fell off real quick
don’t talk sh+t ’bout the king, else we’ll catch you, lil’ pr+ck
she gon’ suck my big d+ck, gotta make sure it fits
and i’ve seen some sh+t and it’s left me sick, sick, ugh
and when we spray up your road, we ain’t gonna miss
we headed to the club and we f+cked on your miss
and they thinking this a joke, fam, we don’t take this p+ss
and i gave her a kiss on the lips, i’m the sh+t
you an opp man, we ain’t f+cking with you lot, man
your bestie got shot, man, paint the town red like your nails that you’ve got, fam (blaow, blaow, blaow)
ayy, and they tryna talk sh+t about the hardest
pull up to your block and empty the cartridge
this for penfro and this for cymru
f+cked on your b+tch and i ate her like curry
dots on his back, got him looking like sully
we fed him up, think he might like bullets
shot up his back, make sure we do it up fully
your b+tch start on orgy, we gon’ join her like tully
oi, don’t chat stupid, we might lose it
we start shootin’, leave him looking like squidward, he start flutin’
the red hat, it suits him, ’cause he’s a tory surrounded by people who’d give him a bootin’
i fly in first+class, man, i made it out the hood and now i’m rich
i got ninety+nine problems in my head, got me thinkin’ i’m the b+tch
uh, and we never gonna stop until we poolside in the 6
and boy, you a snitch, we keep the .9, but boy, you can keep the 6ix
ayy, roll up on your block and we keep up a couple fifties
roll up in the ends, bro, we keep a couple bitties
b+tch wanna f+ck but she from the city
i’ma let her hit once then i’m droppin’, i’ma leave her, what a pity
uh, what? yeah
the fam is never trippin’ ’bout a thot, yeah
fifty hundred on the table, what we got, yeah
number on our heads, we forgot, yeah
yeah, and we gotta get the lottery
range rover with the spending we done bought, yeah
bright light in my face, yeah, it’s a laser dot, yeah
look up to the sky and next thing i got shot, yeah
uh, yeah
and we keep a couple millies right up on the table
got striked once and now they thinkin’ i’m disabled
sorry, bae, can’t make it now
but when the week ends, yeah, then i’m able

- rjldiablo lyrics

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