Yeah
Ayy, what?
Where the mandem? Where the gyaldem?
Where the 6 side? Where the 6 side? Where the 6 side?
Ayy
Look
Please write my mother and tell her, tell her the shape that I'm in
Thirty days, I have been sober, now I'm back drinking again, again
I got away from the city, I'm on the outskirts of town
Friends that I treated like family, they were just hanging around, around
Yeah, gotta lay down when you make bed
Gotta let some tears just shed
Since we blew up and got green
I gotta leave some of y'all on read
Yeah, four gunshot, mi nuh dead
Might put some dollar 'pon head
Or just turn up the place instead
Thirty-six in the chest, okay
Twenty-eight in the waist, okay
Forty-six in the hips, come swing my way
Swing my way, drop for me, sing for me
Bruk your back and bend up your knee
Badmind gyal can't friend up with me, no
Yeah, how many summers did I run? Like ten
I got a show out in London, when?
What the clock inna London? Yeah, Big Ben
I have a watch face just like dem
But me nah watch face like dem
They make lyrics for who? Men
We make gyal come, then come again
Please write my father and tell him I found some fortune and fame
They're gonna try and behead me and speak on the family name
He said my knife's in my pocket, I'm in the center of town
I tapped the side of his pocket, he wasn't joking around, around
Gotta lay down when you make bed
Gotta let some tears just shed
Since we blew up and got green
I gotta leave some of y'all on read
Yeah, four gunshot, mi nuh dead
Might put some dollar 'pon head
Or just turn up the place instead
Oromo girls, Tigray girls, all of my Amhara girls
Habesha girl, you're my kind, my kind
You wanna take some shots in the nighttime?
Run treadmill dey inna di GoodLife?
You wanna work up a sweat in a Life Time?
Okay, okay
Thirty-six in the chest, okay (Okay)
Twenty-eight in the waist, okay (Okay)
Forty-six in the hips, come swing my way (Yeah)
Swing my way, drop for me, sing for me
Bruk your back and bend up your knee
Badmind gyal can't friend up with me, no
How many summers did I run? Like ten
I got a show out in London, when?
What the clock inna London? Yeah, Big Ben
I have a watch face just like dem
But me nah watch face like dem
They make lyrics for who? Men
We make gyal come, then come again
Thirty-six in the chest, okay
Twenty-eight in the waist, okay
Forty-six in the hips, come swing my way
Swing my way, drop for me, sing for me
Bruk your back and bend up your knee
Badmind gyal can't friend up with me, no
Bruk your back and bend up your knee
Bruk your back and bend up your knee
Badmind gyal can't friend up with me, friend up with me, no
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