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tunde mcr - cheat codes lyrics

[intro]
(shadow on the beat)

[chorus]
they say “t teach me, what’s the cheat code?”
sippin’ on some [?] tryna be a rico
me and bro eating crab, poppin’ rose clicquot
get it into sports, gotta fl!ck it out of eco
they say “t teach me, what’s the cheat code?”
sippin’ on some [?] tryna be a rico
me and bro eating crab, poppin’ rose clicquot
get it into sports, gotta fl!ck it out of eco

[verse 1]
i told bro bro get it out of eco
but watch it on the benz, we ain’t tryna lose the depot
comin’ for your weed grow, no point lookin’ through the peephole
came up takin’ trackers out of seat poles
that’s one for the pedal bike grafters
used to be a thief, now i’m comin’ for the bafta’s
i love the music game cos its up and endorsing
same time i’m gettin’ sick of all these actors
you ain’t gettin’ nowhere with a one pop
member’ hard times meeting kitties at a one stop
can’t chat to me bout straps, got a brand new [?] the case looks like a lunch box
now i’m puttin’ money into houses, member’ sleepin’ in cars and on couches
i said now i’m puttin’ money into houses
member’ creepin’ in quieter than some mouse’s
[chorus]
they say “t teach me, what’s the cheat code?”
sippin’ on some [?] tryna be a rico
me and bro eating crab, poppin’ rose clicquot
get it into sports, gotta fl!ck it out of eco
they say “t teach me, what’s the cheat code?”
sippin’ on some [?] tryna be a rico
me and bro eating crab, poppin’ rose clicquot
get it into sports, gotta fl!ck it out of eco

[verse 2]
remember blowin’ haze in a backstrap, them times dreamin’ bout a fat stack
really came up from the bottom
fishin’ keys all night with ciggy through a cat flap
back then mobbin’ with a mad pack, my [?] pouch was a crack sack
let the golden biscuit dry on the side
hit the streets with a treat, no flapjack
had big dreams of a box and a new track buggy that’s comin’ in matte black
who would’ve ever though of this?
where’s joey? tell him bring my 1 million wrapped plaque
now they’re all using my type of beats
you could never tell me that i ain’t bringing rap back
send a loose screw round there like who’s giving back chat? they’re holding a back slap

- tunde mcr lyrics

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