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M11 in a bruck down motor, one-way trip to Martin's sofa (told me turn)
Lost everything, felt like I had no one, sat stressed out on Martin's sofa (argh)
I done my first show, had to spud the promoter, head straight back to Martin's sofa
I pray when the fame and the charting's over, I ain't gotta end up on Martin's sofa (One)

Still got the wap, no safety (bang, bang)
Lauren, Stacey (ayy)
Mad mix, brazy (mm-mm)
We dip up ♥♥♥♥♥♥ daily (ayy, ayy)
Should I cuff Ms. Banks? (Oi)
Give her babies, mm-mm, maybe (ayy)
9 boys (brr), crazy (brr, baow)
Bad B, uh, let's meet in Edmonton
But I heard they got police intelligence (baow, baow)
Told he don't chef 'cause he's irrelevant
Free flow, that's me in element
My young boy, soon free, no evidence
But he phone me if he need anything
Mm-mm, love beef, adrenaline
Mm-mm, in the shard with melanin

dude mods assetto and aint even play that game

very good bengali truck driver