Black Josh - AGENT K paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson AGENT K - Black Josh




Mmm, yeah
It's, it's
It's okay, it's okay
I got O's by the K
Made a K, I'm okay
I'm like K, what you say?
It's okay, Agent K
I got hit list with the K
It'll hit you in the face
Thinking murder was the case
It's okay, it's okay
I got O's by the K
Made a K, I'm okay
I'm like K, what you say?
It's okay, Agent K
I got hit list with the K
It'll hit you in the face
Thinking murder was the case
She give top, she get low
I got tops for the low
Mix the tops with the lows
It's on top, I'm on the low
Droptop in the zones
Dropped off for the bro
Nonstop working phones
From the crop, couple O's
Ayy, ayy, yeah
Another eviction, another house
I'm billing and booking, I'm bugging out
She wanna fuck but I fuck around
Told her to go but she stuck around
Lost the plot, she made it out of mumma's house
Sitting on my sofa with her pussy out
I'm a hood nigga just bugging out
Ayy, feeling like the plug
Filled a single bedroom council flat up with some drugs
Pull up to the party like I'm going cunch
Get my re-up on, I feel like I'm just out for lunch
She looking like a snack, you seen her bunda
Made my entrance like I'm the king doing some Munna
Walking in looking like Mula
Looking super sharp with my shooter
It's okay, it's okay
I got O's by the K
Made a K, I'm okay
I'm like K, what you say?
It's okay, Agent K
I got hit list with the K
It'll hit you in the face
Thinking murder was the case
It's okay, it's okay
I got O's by the K
Made a K, I'm okay
I'm like K, what you say?
It's okay, Agent K
I got hit list with the K
It'll hit you in the face
Thinking murder was the case
In the 4x4 I skrrt
Filled the 4x4 with work
Blasting vocals, I'm on burst
Call me Ronnie with the percs
Looking cray, uh, berserk
With my twin, what's the word?
Mirror image looking blurred
Ain't been seeing straight
O-boy, always been a road boy
I ain't scared of no boy
Always in my zone, rarely sober
Soldier, pocket full of doja
Got it off a no door
I don't wanna see or even know ya
Fuck all that minimum wage
I gotta get it today
And getting you off to your stay
We got a minute to make, wait
I got a lot on my plate
Had beef, still ate
Cash cow raise stakes
Blacked out in paint
Blacked out off blades
Had to crash out my mates
What a day, what a day
Come up front page in the papes
Couple goons in the mix
Warriors came out to play
Ain't in the mood for your shit
Move that way out the way
Ain't filthy rich, the filthiest
No filtering this kidder
Drug abuse, a slut or two
Fuck the rules, get skrilla
Some things that I done for money
Couldn't look myself in the mirror
Took a look and seen the swag lord
And that my stats got bigger
Broke boy, I got you fixed
Smoking church, I'm a sinner
Long time man I've licked shots
Like a Colt 45 spinner
Man just made W
Does that mean I'm the winner?
Had to learn to be a killer
Wah gwan my digga?
It's okay, it's okay
I got O's by the K
Made a K, I'm okay
I'm like K, what you say?
It's okay, Agent K
I got hit list with the K
It'll hit you in the face
Thinking murder was the case
It's okay, it's okay
I got O's by the K
Made a K, I'm okay
I'm like K, what you say?
It's okay, Agent K
I got hit list with the K
It'll hit you in the face
Thinking murder was the case



Writer(s): Matthew Francis Harris, Joshua Pinnock Gray



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