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suraeh - when did i ask? lyrics

turn me up boy

ay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

listen
all of my diamonds glistening
i’m not on gang but i swear i’m itching to get them fingers twisting
all these oppers jokers think they up to the task
running their mouth on site but please tell me
when did i ask

doing up k’s on the mic feeling kenyan when i run up these tracks
yeah i could do this all day but i’m sick and tired of running the laps
dreading, no j cole i can’t fit all these rhymes all up in my head
instead
put me on beat and imma put that b+tch to rest
all my hatеrs, always tryna hate
you can look the part and say what you want but tell mе what’s really at stake
stop asking for that attention cause we all know that its fake
i really can’t rate, show no face, nike laced
all these rappers be the product of copy and paste
2018 bro came home, i can’t see you face another case
but now you done did the time, run up the bag, go get on your grind
put your faith in god and trust me, everything will be fine
listen
all of my diamonds glistening
i’m not on gang but i swear i’m itching to get them fingers twisting
all these oppers jokers think they up to the task
running their mouth on site but please tell me
when did i ask

yeah, yeah, yeah

when did i ask
i was made in a chemical flask
by dr. dre
and a jarad heart
swear i couldn’t give two f+cks
if you had sent me all your remarks
what ya say i couldn’t hear you cause
when did i ask
huh
when did i ask
yeah

i don’t need your personal opinions
so shut the f+ck up and listen
i swear if we went missing
better watch all your channel seven
when i roll the dice
i’m catching eyes in the form of silky slytherin
it’s a game of war
it’s my duty to call you rapper’s b+tches
yeah
now i’m struggling on the low
na na na na
but i don’t struggle in goals
na na na na
now i put myself to the test
i ain’t got no time to rest
and i swear up on my chest
i’m gon be one of the best

rollin like vespa
limbo in time
when should i text her
a million pressures
like how could a girl
have million measures
is it forever
pull up on guy
gimme the pleasure
never say never
cold with the weather
yeah

- suraeh lyrics

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