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detail - alif and sonaone lyrics

[intro]
magic potion in the compound
it’s sonaone ken-bi!

[verse 1: sonaone]
i go, tobacco in my flow
[?], pack shows, stack oh’s
why would [?]
so unnatural [?]
by this time you know i’m too hot to handle
it’s been a minute since i kick it on a sample
[?] imma hit ’em with a slow jam
kid ken-bi got the mula in my both hand
tell me who you know who’d do it better?
low-key still remain the trendsetter
if you ain’t about the 13th [?]
my [?] looking like a v vendetta
chiddy-chiddy bang bang
got my 22’s up in the air, air
north african queen, she a bae bae
just doin’ my thang like sw-ng, sw-ng
all i ever wanna do is make changes
but everybody wanna do the same thangs
all [?]
so if i ain’t f–kin’ with you, stay away, oh ay
what you expected, when i’m kickin’, i’m stickin’ with
illing with flavour like a sweet and sour [?]
who run [?]
kid ken-bi now a household name and come pay a visit

[chorus: alif & sonaone]
every little thing, every little thing
imma break it down every little thing
it said so on the detail
it said so on the detail
every little thing, every little thing
it said it doubles at the detail
aight!
(magic potion in the compound)

[verse 2: alif]
so, now imma kick a little somethin’-somethin’ funky for the fellas
and all the bad b-tches know what the deal is
i came for the guap, not ’cause of jesus
i take what i want, i don’t know what a “please” is
run for it, no pun intended
i’m not a player, i just rap a lot
they say i swing a lot, so i’m like lancelot
uhh [?] pun intended
[?]
lead the pack like top ten
i never let a problem in
never [?]
dustin’ dirt off my shoulder like [?]
ay, aka the mad turbulence i’m sicker than [?]
so get an ambulance, ay
start the name with ‘a’ like a ad-lib, ay
like the list, i’m not just on a list
pack a bunch of air force one’s for the [?]
presidential form from that last i forbid
and a bunch of white-t’s think they can camouflage [?]
[?]
removing bad vibes from [?]
get mad high, no ceilings
i be chilling, sona chilling
what more can i say?
we comin’

- alif and sonaone lyrics

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