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Pon The Endz

 

Pon The Endz

(Album: High Street Kid - 2017)


Drop top in the summer
Nice girl, she a stunner
Yeah the weather one hunna
Yeah yeah
Money haffi mek
Hiding from the feds
Summertime with my friends
Still 'pon the endz

Baby girl you know me
Big lips for kissing and sucking breast only
I know dem gyal they're phony
Lock 'dem gyal off, man they can never phone me no
Just holla me when you're lonely
Spend money on you gyal and you won't haffi owe me nutting
Just come thru, please show me something
And stop acting all shy because you know you love it
I swear I'm still 'pon the endz
Loyal to my brothers, never steal from my friends
Probably kill for my friends
You know I keep it real 'til the end
If it's like that, I'll probably split a mil' with my friends
Having laughs with my brothers, you can't hurt me
Been on my journey
Sun so hot, it coulda burn me
Feds tryna come and do us dirty
Weed in your boots in case they search me
Ya heard me?

Drop top in the summer
Nice girl, she a stunner
Yeah the weather one hunna
Yeah yeah
Money haffi mek
Hiding from the feds
Summertime with my friends
Still 'pon the endz

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Said they locked the summer
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Said they roll with a gunner
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
They be saying this, so
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm getting tired of lies
Tired of the guys
With their hands out, they put their hands on my pie
Put your hands on my guy
I fight and I ride
I've told you niggas for the hundredth time
I don't play those games
Feds asking questions, I don't say no names
She like the way I move, I don't need gold chains
In love with the summer cause I've been through the rain
White Air Forces, I'm still playing footie
Suns out, I'm still in a hoodie
Still getting bookings
Life's looking good, oh wait
Hi good-looking
After the song she get a jooking

Drop top in the summer
Nice girl, she a stunner
Yeah the weather one hunna
Yeah yeah
Money haffi mek
Hiding from the feds
Summertime with my friends
Still 'pon the endz

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