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shower malik - intro lyrics

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[verse]
bando settings, this one’s nicer than your gyal’s crib
only ricki lake wants mall rich
this four will turn your lease to a salvage
c+cktails, brunches, fish scale, pumpies
bro i’m so done with country
you ain’t never took the risks that i take
i was down seven, now i’m up eight
no days off, man i hug bread
bro’s got a bigger clip than the gun feds
i make music for the hittas and the sick heads
caught four spinners but it’s got big heads
you see me? i war like the white walkers
apply pressure to anakin skywalker
i’m with black mark, burning on some skywalker
i really back my chat even though i’m a light talker
i put my youts in dsq
tеch fits on my ting and that ain’t nothing new
pep just grabbed somеthing blue
your plug don’t rate you if it’s coming loose
william wallace, i never call a truce
i need to pray fajr, i couldn’t care about shoes
say if i’m riding, viking
three hundred spartans wilding, thriving violence
coke will resurrect the dead like the night king
homage to the night shift, homage to my index
spray it like windex or i woulda been dead
i’m big bro to your favourite rapper ripping shows
hit a smoke boys show after whipping coke
free pyrex, they love t++th i dial it
kgb five men, sho sho that’s my set
just cool nuh, can’t take me for a fool nah
your new abode will be a cooler
my new abode’s in the sticks
we rent homes for the sticks
big man this ain’t for kids
kids, a lot of big man telling fibs
ig’s fake and these streets is real
n+ggas lose themselves tryna gain a deal
i just rubber banded twenty, couldn’t care how you feel
i’m not where i’m supposed to be and that’s just being real
methods to my ethics, attempts made and respeck it
i give thanks when i go and get it
my style clean and coordinated
every move goes right cause i orchestrate it
send my jawn to milan, isabel marant
the storm’s never calm till it rings like an alarm
saw her overseas, cook her for the war
cooking up a bar where my hookers play their part
i remember going through my half box
to asking what a half costs
legal aid’s useless, you better hope the charge drops
from a half box to asking what a half costs
legal aid’s useless, you better hope the charge drops



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