Lynx X Pro C - Greeze

Man talk p's till I run up in the Yard
Like gimme that please
Man act big n bad
None of them are bigger n badder
Than me
Since a young buck
I been on streets I was missing
My sleep
On dirt no grease
When a man pull up that's Nothing but
Man talk p's till I run up in the Yard
Like gimme that please
Man act big n bad
None of them are bigger n badder
Than me
Since a young buck
I been on streets I was missing My sleep
On dirt no grease
When a man pull up that's Nothing but GREEZE
When a man pull up on Smokey Settings
Nah I ain't talking
Darg I ain't asking no questions
Just Tryna find my man and he's Bredrins
Gotta big ting ere it slides Through tension
No baby born but man left wit a c Section
Mana on war like the Kremlin
Then I'm back on the mic while The dj making the decks spin
Finish my set
Then ima get drinks in
Gyally try move to me but she's a Dead ting
Don't need dead Pussy my gyal Got that 10/10
She give brain that mek mans Head spin
Give her that super slam no Wrestling
Fuck alla dat lemme come wit a Next ting
Mana big on the riddim like fee Fo fum
These man are just spittin ain't Beat no drum
Think ya tony Montana cah you Teefed some grub
Lemme see if your tough in the Flesh when ya teeth get tumped
Can't sleep on a Vio
If I see red ima see blood
Man talk p's till I run up in the Yard
Like gimme that please
Man act big n bad
None of them are bigger n badder
Than me
Since a young buck
I been on streets I was missing
My sleep
On dirt no grease
When a man pull up that's Nothing but
GREEZE
Oi bro if I send for a cunt
Dead like I just stepped on a slug
Ye confessed it enough that's bed For the mug
Av got the best ae the hands Never mine in the muck
This little mans testing his luck
Don't sit there festering up get Invested in us
Not left in the dust folk said that We must
Progress seen a lot
Had things in my head that are Worse
So never again
Can I settle for Less like them so I write and graft With the pen
Take time to repent when I pray
Thank god for a friend
Wake up blessed haircut fresh
And I'm linking a 10 like Ben Then I'm off and I'm on from 11
That's how I was built just shifts No women
Tryna make a life worth living
But I know some guys with their Wrist in pots still fixing shots like Phillip
Cant stay static gotta fidget
So don't lack
Lynx sees Red then ima see Black
Man talk p's till I run up in the Yard
Like gimme that please
Man act big n bad
None of them are bigger n badder
Than me
Since a young buck
I been on streets I was missing
My sleep
On dirt no grease
When a man pull up that's Nothing but
GREEZE

Written by:
Nicolas Vujovic, Lewis Currie

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