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Ard Adz

Rastafari

 

Rastafari

(album: Underdog - 2023)


Said I'm coming from the Brix, I can never act stuff
Cutting from the pigs, running from the handcuffs
Aim it at your wig, clap it at your dandruff
Life is crud and mad coming out of Lambeth
Devil called my new number but I hanged up
Shaitan called my new number but I hanged up
In the dark safari
Know the ting lock like a Rastafari
She half Bengali and half Somali
She wanna skip to the afterparty
My top Cavalli but my gun Cavani
She hates Ard Adz but loves Bakkali
Ciroc in my cup, I don't touch Bacardi
That pum pum there like a fast Ferrari
Suttin getting touched if I clutch the dargy
Know the ting lock like a Rastafari

Black jeans, drop it with a blazer
I was on the run then they hit me with a taser
Thinking where the days went, thinking where the days are
He was all brave, then they hit him where his braids are
Milli off of streams and I did it spitting pain bars
Did it independent and you did it with a major
Ever made a killing off a razor?
And I don't want bikes to dust
You keep it real with your killy, put your lighters up
I know it's sticky in the Bricky, you ain't finding love
I'm on the grizzy in my city till the night is up
I got the flicky or the blicky till the fight is up
I got the flicky or the blicky till the time is up

Said I'm coming from the Brix, I can never act stuff
Cutting from the pigs, running from the handcuffs
Aim it at your wig, clap it at your dandruff
Life is crud and mad coming out of Lambeth
Devil called my new number but I hanged up
Shaitan called my new number but I hanged up
In the dark safari
Know the ting lock like a Rastafari
She half Bengali and half Somali
She wanna skip to the afterparty
My top Cavalli but my gun Cavani
She hates Ard Adz but loves Bakkali
Ciroc in my cup, I don't touch Bacardi
That pum pum there like a fast Ferrari
Suttin getting touched if I clutch the dargy
Know the ting lock like a Rastafari

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