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Yeah We gon' show a nigga how blackout is supposed to feel I kick a bwoy face off like we playin' soccer I got that white, you can call it Cyndi Lauper I hope you don't front, duke'll meet your baby mother I fuck your bitch more than you, yuh a baby father My passport pregnant, niggas call me globetrotter Fresh dip, nigga stay in Dolce & Gabbana See every time mi do it, yes, mi haffi do it proper And when mi in di building, bitch, you know it don't matter, matter, matter Yeah, wid a whole heap a shotta Wid a whole heap a Glock and di whole a dem a choppa Baow, baow, baow! Shots fly, Waka Flocka I oversee my bread, my bitches count my every dollar Can you give me that? It's still- They said it's still eco, can you give me that? Can you give me that? Yuh, man ah god to a demon, that we can agree on Pledge your allegiance to better not involve me Word to every diamond in my Jesus piece Serious, re-re-real, head banger You better get back, I be a suicide bummer Like it's a spell, we ah spend we whole life on that S'body kill fi di flex, s'bdoy die fi di banner Somebody try kill somebody, then somebody gun jam up Now somebody cyan stand up, woi Walk on it, talk and get done up Bad mind dem backbite and plan up Wi nuh tek bad up, that mathematics don't add up Yeah, they call me Burna Boy, but I'm a full-grown adult No sign of weakness Can you give me that? It's still- They said it's still eco, can you give me that? Can you give me that? Can you give me that? Riding with tree man in a Benz like Spragga Come fi melt dung yuh whole block wid di lava Open yuh mouth, yuh flesh coming like piranha Bullet lick yuh dung and mek yuh drop inna di water Likkle yute, have manners when you walk up to yuh father Mi and Burna, come fi kill yuh wid a scorcha Free Kartel before di man turn into martyr Wi come fi fuck up everyting, yuh know di order
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