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[Verse 1: Stefflon Don] Just touch down pon a dinner date I'm sitting with Drake Heard bitches got mad when the Don came New money coming through, baby make way I don't know why these gyally wanna act hard (Nothing dem ah do) But dem love talk I'ma show dumb hoes how the ting spark Shots fresh compressed aiming for your heart And I'ma pop 'til there's nothing left in the barrel Gyally gone sing like they singing Christmas carols Ain't no gyal that be realer than me Made it out the hood where my niggas killing for p KKK, Kings Killing Kings for free Mad ting, my own family Try turn against me, that's a sad ting But I won't cry, fuck up, never trust 'em 'til I die They ah problem but I'm problematic, look but never try Yo they hate me for helping dem And it hurts when I think about the ting still Cah' they move like I ain't come up off the same meal Like I don't know how bagging up a brick feel Before I signed this big deal Swear this shit's real Stay down 'til you come up Stay down, yeah I stayed trill Money in the bank, cash in the till Properties, I'ma bill pon Jamaica hill [Chorus: Kojo Funds] I see dem pussies straight fire ya ya Make them bloodclaats scream: Eye ya eye Gimme the place, give me the time Big up di Killys dem yes by my side Yeah hee, oh eye, yah yah Straight shots through the sky eye eye (Oh oh oh) Badder than dem, look pon my eye Got the real Killy dem on my side [Verse 2: Stefflon Don] Don't panic, DOn got the auto to the mattic Bitches want war, bring the devil, let 'em back it Claiming they ain't shook, why they shaking like my rabbit Cah' they know I'ma buss like niggas do black magic Anyhow this bitch slip like Nipples on Ms. Janet Whole squad gettin' robbed like Kim did in Paris London back to Brum Brum where mi come from From Jamaica to Kingston dat ah mi island Yo ah mi a di King Kong, dem ah sing song Beat my chest like a drum, watch the whole ah dem ah run Duppy dem push dem off a bridge like mi push mi pen Sendin' shots, tell 'em come again, mi nuh 'fraid a dem Badmind ah kill di pussy dem, fuck di whole ah dem Cah' mi rather dead fi hunger then walk and beg friend Bitch, I'm lit hundred milly shit, Dweller on my wrist I'm a boss, if I ain't eating then none of you niggas shit How you hate me? It's crazy, I still don't understand I'm yuh fuckin' little sis, what happened to gang gangw Yo, it's mad, but I'm focused on a bag, jet lag At the same damn time I had to bury my dad Bitch, I'm bad and my heart cold, but far from an arsehole Walking through the valley in the shadow of death Vampires tryna suck me from the back of my neck There ain't no power in your tongue, so you can't block my step [Chorus: Kojo Funds] I see dem pussies straight fire ya ya Make them bloodclaats scream: Eye ya eye Gimme the place, give me the time Big up di Killys dem yes by my side Yeah hee, oh eye, yah yah Straight shots through the sky eye eye (Oh oh oh) Badder than dem, look pon my eye Got the real Killy dem on my side [Outro: Kojo Funds & Stefflon Don] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Swear this shit's real Like I don't know how bagging up a brick feel Before I signed this big deal Yah, yah, yah, yah Rhymes
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