Lyrics South City Court - Too Many T's

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Give me a minute man I might need a bit more
A piece of your mind on a little ride on the rickshaw
Come get up in it theres a ticket for the entrance
Come get up in it jump the fence if you can though
Give me a minute man I might need a bit more

A piece of your mind on a little ride on the rickshaw
All fours, all walls left for indoors
Im outta middle fuck the corners of the jigsaw
A pigs fly in my mind in that I live for
Ive had my pocket picked and now ill pick yours
Princes, Porpers, Tyrants, Servants,
Excuse me while I make a slight disturbance
(Can we red line!)
From inside the surface, bare knuckle fight, club like Tyler Dunn
Enlight all in bike crew I am carton and
Dont buy this if you aint that type of person

Give me a minute man I might need a bit more
A piece of your mind on a little ride on the rickshaw
Jump in the bunker theres a deep storm bombing dont
Wanna get your fresh moisturiser face burning
Give me a minute man I might need a bit more
A piece of your mind on a little ride on the rickshaw
And when your ready leave your presents at the entrance
And come on back witness this garden of perfection

And your best full team on you we get down up down
All the shit I see it as a bomb house, fun house
Every now on then I yo' we invite to come in
People lookin like they gonna gun sling with one ting
Run tings, everyday we powerhouse
Its a fun thing though when you sour crouse
Stuff the food in your bag
You let the red wine flow cause we pop every try like a fresh bordeaux

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