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Correct Who Needs A Hook!? Lyrics
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[Verse 1: Swift] He was making all these faces 'til I brought it out Think he saw the sprays, he's acting normal now Coming like the bailiff, coming to your house Put fuckboys on faces, I left my smoke in the house With some uck faces in the naughty house And I don't like strangers, so don't bring them round Talking 'bout this money, you look like a nounce She thinks that I think that I'm lucky, she loves fucking now [Verse 2: Knine] Who's that kitty on the phone? Who's that gyal on the line? What's that shine on your wrist? Manaman ain't got time Get a brick at six Fuck around, have it gone by nine That batty move stiff Man a come like Rottweiler Stepped in the crib, put down some jims Looked in the mirror and smiled Manaman's sick, grip up the stick Cock it back and go wild Money give a young nigga power Tryna have it long like a tower Like know we on these streets On these beats, man come foul [Verse 3: Sleeks] Tryna get straight bricks Make a young boy take trips Doing gear six on a M-way Hope the road can take this When I roll it's straight piff Back in the whip, I take risks Got a green box in the back seat No first aid kit I do road tryna get that Fuck a handout or a set back Two hands on when I press that Told man respect when I'm in jet black Got a peng ting tryna undress blud Like a ironing board, I'mma press that I see everything live like webcam But I'm still out'ere tryna get bread back [Verse 4: Deepee] Man's just grim Gonna smooth gyally and up tings Sideboy in the handcuff ting Stand up, get your bands up slim Big blade like Sinbad Man's been bad, I can make a man go swim Walked in with the gym bag Looking like man goes gym I just came back from the T-house Bando wings on a Nando's ting The gang go where man go You're a bad bro, you can get your mango skinned Bring arms and aggro Been afro, looking like I had no trim Back then when I had no work Get 'em down on a Rambo ting [Verse 5: Inch] Wha? I whoop ins Bare Kwoof, Kwaf, Kwif if you're Kwoofing One swing to the face that'll shook him I don't need no gyal, but I'm looking Fatty on the phone, man say she wanna jook him Promoter on the phone, man talking 'bout a booking Tryna stay quiet, but my gyal's cooking Sideman get cut off for the looking Wha? It's peak Said he was a badman, said he was a G Said he got the O's and he fuck with the G's Said he knew the Section, said he from the Heath Didn't know P and he didn't know D Said he love uck, man'a want up Tuschee Did you hear these verses lock arff this beat? If you don't, man might haffi pop arff the street [Verse 6: Littlez] Tryna get bands in abundance In the bando with the bandits Bread up in my hands like a sandwich Tryna eat good like a banquet Money on my mind from my wake up Gyal got a big batty then shake up MAC in a man bag Act bad, put it to your face like make up Paigons, ain't friends, know we don't make up Man have been on it from time, you're late cuz Bros at the table, counting up papers Real recognize real, they're strangers Got ice, man's cold, might take that She's breakers, so I might brake that Still smoking on loud packs Make gyal turn bad from way back
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