finchley - cmillano lyrics
[intro]
aye, t.o, this sh*t loud
[chorus]
i just got out a frenzy, got a bad one wanna link me
my bro’s done road like finchley, just so he could spend it up on bond street
noisy, we really put into work just to make it to pro league
most these n*ggas, they just wanna talk, they ain’t really got beef
[verse]
i remember, remember the days i was poor
these days, i’m just scrolling dior
[?] is fitting me more
next to the plug where we did have no room, we had to go to the store
i had to give me some juice, bust on a pack, he just approved
i’m coughing that weed here, hit me in my chest
she couldn’t see milly ’cause she know i flex
they f*cking with me ’cause i do it the best
smoking on ‘xan and that sh*t got some zest
sipping on rum, that sh*t got me possessed
what’s next? i gotta run up a check
bro hop in the coop and he going for fro
i promise we sober, we do not make trouble
if i hit a shore, then i get a double
do it for free, i put four months in ‘ronto
i should show you my views, what’s a reb*ttal?
putting you hard in my buckle
put some more starch in my duffle
i got bouquets and you got re—
i manifest, i’m thinking what’s coming
don’t need a coupon, just used to the running
can your bro shout out my cousin?
please get your boy out my way ‘fore i thump him
punch him, just like he had too much to drink, man, i got that boy stumbling
guess we got to leave out the sh*t so i’m [?]
if you smoke out the pack, you won’t function
if you smoke out the pack, you ain’t breathing
i need some time to myself, i need healing
i just build up like four of my demons
don’t trust my my feeling ’cause they are deceiving
walkin’ around, must’ve mean it
walkin’ around, what’s the purpose
i got some problems, i put them in he*rs*s
sh*t, bro, i need nurses
quiet, boy, i hit verses
i still preach up with the sermon
he said that these snakes ain’t deserve him
yeah, that’s true, [?]
she thinks i do magic like alakazaam
she thinks i do magic, i’m [?]
while recording this song while i’m burning
[chorus]
i just got out a frenzy, got a bad one wanna link me
my bro’s done road like finchley, just so he could spend it up on bond street
noisy, we really put into work just to make it to pro league
most these n*ggas, they just wanna talk, they ain’t really got beef
i just got out a frenzy, got a bad one wanna link me
my bro’s done road like finchley, just so he could spend it up on bond street
noisy, we really put into work just to make it to pro league
most these n*ggas, they just wanna talk, they ain’t really got beef
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