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My Nigga

 

My Nigga

(albüm: Ei8ht Mile - 2020)


It's MadaraBeatz
Traphouse Mob
Madara

That's my nigga, my nigga
He got the trigger
Stop 'cause he might get happy
Get too tappy
Burn this Nike Tech trackie
Kway-kway, M-way, far out the city
Kush in my palm, it's sticky
And I still ride for any of the gang
I pray God watch over them
I got love for all of my bruddas
Shooters 'round me, I'll smoke a friend

When I hopped out they saw me shining
Came up, it was all timing
Ain't got a one, it's nuts what I do
My other one's buss down too
And my friend's locked up in cells
Traphouse, send out a text for sales
Phone young boy like, "three on"
Two, who phoned Leon?
Got my niggas in Isis
Pull up in a hi vis bright green neon
Nobody never put me on
I'm with bro fucking up Harrods
Said he got patterns, back to the mula
They want me back on servery
Stealing a breakfast packs for sugar

That's my nigga, my nigga
He got the trigger
Stop 'cause he might get happy
Get too tappy
Burn this Nike Tech trackie
Kway-kway, M-way, far out the city
Kush in my palm, it's sticky
And I still ride for any of the gang
I pray God watch over them
I got love for all of my bruddas
Shooters 'round me, I'll smoke a friend

Bro got nicked for a mash toy
Black boy, feds put his face in the tabloid
Trap boy, spend, get it back boy
And I don't do ticks, make cats go catch boys
And this dead ting tryna do FaceTime
But I got Android, getting man mad, oi
Now I'm six floors up by the staircase
Bare face, pebs in my mouth like Airwaves
Never been hearing the hearsay
Talk on my name, how bludclart dare they?
These packs keep coming in sealed
My hands on a dot, need somewhere to chop it
In the field with sharks, you might get wet
If you saw him with me, he's got it (Ching-ching-ching)

That's my nigga, my nigga
He got the trigger
Stop 'cause he might get happy
Get too tappy
Burn this Nike Tech trackie
Kway-kway, M-way, far out the city
Kush in my palm, it's sticky
And I still ride for any of the gang
I pray God watch over them
I got love for all of my bruddas
Shooters 'round me, I'll smoke a friend

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