So I hate when I talk to my boy pen and he acts like cuz you forgotten me! I aint got to sh*t let alone come check you blud You Im her property Right now Im in Europe up sh*t more the economy So when you land you I got you properly
I bring my people through it, I do You me I pop wid you You a little bitch and you love to the blues Well this song wasnt for you
Im Im For you Im Im For you
Yo, f*ck so good a b*tch wanna find me Wanna rolex Wiley When I was a bum, really liked me Now its someone went a got a new job for Tinie Im playing Im saying Ill sh*t so hard Im constipated Overworked, Now my poppin off, no gun relation Grind all day but I aint roller All on MOI, harder baby No love for the ex, on night no tea Tell Kelly ive got motivation I beg, someone find Max online and let her know I wanna her from the back Sarah Jane come give me and put them big red lips on my sack! Ill be killin cause Ill be getting doe, number 1s all day on the chart show So F*CK YOU and 90 track mixtape Thats a million bars of My are wrecked and it opens legs Its fly than a motherf*cking jet a selfish b*stard, no respect You know dapz, no I still roll through my hood and I wear my F*ck a top boy Scorcher and cant do the same Real recognised, How albums have you sold today? I aint saying nuttin way not But Im living on the runway If your nice, Ill be like Welcome on my brudda, say bye to gun play of the jungle, hardest can be, I dare you to let your chick party with me Im Tarzan and im hung a tree Imagine if your new pops out looking exactly like moi Banter, but on the get her on pampers because Ill be on the tour bus getting pampered I Simon Cowell thinks Im a little w*nker An im getting on his tits like And I dont wanna start mentioning Where they all now? bankrupt! Joe McElderry, oh what a up! Alexandra, your socks up! Where you hits at? You no winner! I feel bad cause your is amazing but your careers getting raped by a mason That f*cking upsets me, cause it dont get me, try bring them near me Coming round with your hand out, wanting a hand out, thats too political I dont care about a bentley, gucci or a fendi, living in a spaceship! You got by a, BANG! Your girl got mad by a BANG! That smooth criminal Im a product of my environment I aint me and you are any different Im just an early retirement I dont sorry when I say Im going Kingston mans welcome to fly long distance We be on the with Weed Man Winston! Plus Im the craziest ting out the United
I bring my people through it, I do You me I pop wid you You a snitchin bitch and you love singin to the this song wasnt made for you
Im Im For you Im Im For you
I aint even going in, Im f*cking around They werent You me Id rather be my sh*t anyway Big up Keyz POOOMBLAYYYYYYY!!