paroles de chanson Axe Fm - Jamkvy

You lost it
And never had it
You could train with a cross fit
And never manage
When I had it
I never shared profit
But since then
I been planning to go savage
The flows tragic
Your old girl an new girl are both damaged

I Rick Ross'd it
Straight Boss it'd
Hoes like
Kate Moss it
Must be a jiggas birtday
Call Toxic
Spittaz getting shot like vidz
Pull up on strips
Morley's
Give a man a portion of chips
Known in the bits like Slit Cutz

Surely
You don't want Fitz
I don't mean Jack
If ain't bout money an Stackz
Then Say na
Run up on flats
Then I look back
Think about my life am I tapped
Fling a Jon-E on give a gyal Baxx

Ready for War
I'm War ready
Look me in the eye
I'm more steady
Greenboro lord of many
Tell'em Pour more Henny
Still the yute that you saw pon on telly
Still hungry
I'll send you to the lord so Shelly

Shouts to the gypsy boys that try jump me
I sit comfy
Make money not monthly
Call mumsy
Try prey day to week god funds me
But
I don't make music for fake thugs to bump me

Half of my family are strapped up in country
Girls wanna fall 4 the kid that's a bungee
I ain't got time for pussy
Money fi mek
Stop saying that riding with me
And never left
I don't really trust your type they get X'd
Them gyal must come from the West their suspect
And I still got 2 big balls to buss yet

Pull Up
Pull Up
My dick stood up when I stood up
Tell a gyal come tek the wood up
Put the D in till a girl full up
Smoking that flavoured Buddha
Hear a girl talking preference
Cut that sentence
Sounds like a shoulda woulda coulda
But I seen her all in my mentions
Tryna get attention
Type of gyal nah pick book up
Stupid

Yeah I look dope who's looking
Soo much heat for the kitchen over man can't get a lookin'
Round my way, created the wave
Man tat pon arm and face

So promoters send man booking
So I don't want a room in the back
I wanna trailer
18 wheels on your set
I'm a trader
Don't need stones manifest
Behaviour
Shut down anywhere
Leave it like Radar

I ain't the grime scene saviour
But if you wanna Star Wars
I'm sharper than a light Saber
DARPA artillery that 9mm can't save ya
Man better clock like Flavour
This flow is a game changer
Kill it
Spin it
I ain't gotta ask no favour
Popeye
Eating
Spinach

Pull up on ya block with Arms so big
Can't fit in mans civic
For the family I'll take mans spirit
Put nails pon hand like passion of Christ
That's nuttin like Chinese guys do acrylic
Ariiiiiii
I'll Push the last one through your fitted