- teeway Feeling It 歌詞
- teeway
- Mokuba
Mokuba Lives Beats
Been missing, I aint feeling it
Bro told me hit the bando and keep killing it
They took my bros, **** the judge, **** the silly CIDs
I hit the corner shop, two Zancos, sim and chip
When I hit the lick, I get thoughts of the dead
Same time bro-bro sauced up a neck
I probably gotta get my mind sorted a second
But Ash need me, keeps calling again
Suttin got candid, thats where the cliff hangs
The weekend pops, aint talking no wristband
I couldve text her and done me a quick two
Them *****s so prang, theyre slapping they **** bands
And Johnny text back, he told me my **** bangs
But I already know, I aint gonna reply back
My pack half brown, half white, its a ice frap
I really put work in the floor in the high flats
I shouldve never forced myself on the fast train
But we was fifteen with raps of the class A
And now theyre gonna lie for the ******s on IG
They gave bro life and thats why my heart ache
Cah I was in class assaulting my classmates
And then my ***** lied, I got issues with my trust
So me, Ms hit the tizzy on spring break
I aint even 20, my *****, I fling grub
**** fist fights, you touch me, I swing this
Civils cant help him, watching him sinkin
Im probably with K36 or Jim Jibz
Cah I dont know what you other * ****s are thinkin
And you aint got five in your junker drinkin
Do it like Mike or Myth when I swing this
And suttin' aint right, but I couldnt be right
Cah suttin got diced, a **** just limping
My sim jam packed, I got fiends in the doorway
I tell em double that like I leaned on pure ye
He choking out, he cant breath, this the powers
He been at it for hours like hes battling a court case
Catting for the sorbet
Bro said Im a rapper, I still fling it twenty-fours
Summertime, Im comfortable, its cling up in my drawers
Foot chase by the constable, theyre filling up my ward
But I still raise my hand like Im winning an award
I aint sinkin, I got packin, everything in fashion
Gold my block for dutty and stiff chapping
He aint on I, I know that its just chatting
But either way I pattern the pattern, it get managed
Either way I pattern the pattern, it gets sorted
I mixed the pack with magi, I just bought it
We couldve gone clear or clear the whole mortgage
But when they took T-Sav back , it all halted
Tell me what you need, we got sorts in a dozen
Im sorting out my man, then sorting his cousin
The hood ****ed, I couldve been at war with my cousin
Then bro got life cah he tore up a suttin
Im painting you my story like Im Dave or Im Rapman
We make bands then the askaar nap gang
****ed up the mots , the DVLA banned man
I need a mo stack like Skamz and Clan Clan
My man ah bang, who you shaved up badman?
My ***** Rella pull up on dingers with live smoke
Igot ed like Sheeran and Dave like Santan
So when I step foot in the mountains, its no joke
I used to break weed til cuzzy the cook-cook
So I been on the mots, I dont know when Im back home
My mummy begs me stop switching up my phone
Cah she cant get through, she panics and call bro
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