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Old Times

 

Old Times


Yeah
Right
Turn me up right

And I said Patta baby
4 flex, we don't owe feds
2C we don't loose feed but we blow peds
Lose me, you gone lose me if there's no bread
Traveller, we gone saddle up where there's more bread
I spot a broad up in the ends and we gone take force
Porsche where? You don't drive that, that's a fake horse
And I been talking to my G's about some property
Tryna get a gaff and they stopping me
Couple days
And baby girl its been a couple days
Old ways tryna make a way, man I've been away
Antisocial, I'm just tryna get my paper straight
Close range when I seen this baddie with a lot of cake
Wait
And I been cooling with my close dargs
No love, outside we walk with closed arms
No harm, check your man his flexing no garms
No cars
My pockets fat, I'm holding all the carbs

Right
And baby girl this ain't a cover up
Back to my ways
I'm tryna get a little money up
Back to my ways
I tell the plug he gotta hurry up
Run in my lane
You scream Sainté you get your honey up
Old times for old times, never gave you no time
Running for a wage you never knew I had no phone time
Never did up trapping, if I did, I'd know I'd hold mine
Always had it stacking, hold it down and I'm gone show mine

Yeah
Run it for the 4
Make a little currency then run it up some more
Same brudda with the steeze but I'm sure the people know
And I been popping overseas, I'm tryna give the world a show
Never finish on a tie but I'll give your a girl a bow
I'm just tryna give a flex that people can't really show
Never bend, never fold matter fact go tell your bro
'Cause it's YS to the M
And I'm sure the people know

Right
And baby girl this ain't a cover up
Back to my ways
I'm tryna get a little money up
Back to my ways
I tell the plug he gotta hurry up
Run in my lane
You scream Sainté you get your honey up
Old times for old times, never gave you no time
Running for a wage you never knew I had no phone time
Never did up trapping, if I did, I'd know I'd hold mine
Always had it stacking, hold it down and I'm gone show mine

YS
4 or 3
LC, you know Patta baby
Tell your girl we up b
Realist will see real recognise real
You know, 4 babies
We out here

done

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