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teach me / bumpy ride (mobo performance) - headie one lyrics

[part 1 * teach me: headie one]

[intro]
teach me, teach
teach, teach, teach (turn, turn told me turn)
turn, turn, turn
yo

[verse 1]
all these jewels ain’t gonna make me richer, but it might just do for my little n*gga (turn, turn)
little n*gga wanna be a hitter, told him, “cut a cheque and go and be a driller” (turn)
fake n*ggas made them pictures bigger, i was tryna show them to the bigger picture (turn)
no more showin’ haters middle fingers
rather show the haters to my pinky finger (turn, turn, turn)
i rub the cl*toris, she l!ck my finger
she don’t know she suckin’ on my trigger finger (turn, turn, turn, turn, turn)
couple businesses and bigger bl!ckys, now we uptown, we gettin’ fl!cky (told me turn, ayy)
tommy said i’m makin’ too much money
next watch will have to be a richard mille (money)
feds will pree me ‘cah i made a k!llin’
both in the countryside and in the city (one)
how many times did i leave the judge livid? (turn)
’cause i didn’t have to go step on a visit (one)
windows are tinted, but they let breeze in
tracksuit in season, it match the interior
i don’t wanna see no civilians
i’m done takin’ public opinions (s*s*s*suh)
i find this all so hard to reason (turn, turn, turn, turn)
well, it’s time to get my head heated (told me turn, ayy)
[chorus]
i try to be peaceful, tell the g’s not to put t**th in (told me turn), turn
ask edna to teach us forgiveness
teach me (teach, teach)
teach (teach, teach)
teach me (teach me)
teach, teach, teach

[verse 2]
yo, somebody call god for me (one), tell him this is daylight robbery (one)
somebody tell the people i want an apology for all of their broken promises (turn, turn, turn)
promises they made but, true, they didn’t owe it me (turn, turn, turn)
they said if i get lost, they’ll come for me, and comfort me (turn, turn, turn)
but when i got lost, they abandoned me, and they talk tough for me
they ain’t stick to their promise, yeah, they taunted me, they walk with me
so now, if it ain’t for the fam, then it’s all for me
pa was strugglin’ to cope with me, he start to wish he aborted me (s*s*s*suh)
oh, how we tried everything, even tried therapy, could never tell what was wrong with me (ah)
they said that i couldn’t, took away the “nt” and apostrophe (one)
don’t look down on me, that was hypocrisy
come up from poverty, blame the economy (one)
the hustle’s a game of monopoly
do i blame destiny or blame astrology? (one)
so many different philosophies (suh, suh, s*s*s*suh)
before i learned to love properly, ah (properly, properly)
[outro]
they took away the only thing that belonged to me
what more do they want from me?

[part 2 * bumpy ride: headie one ft. m huncho]

[intro: headie one]
turn
turn up, turn, you know
yo
turn

[verse 1: headie one]
want a thousand stones, never knew about seven pounds an hour
black lives matter, but in the hood, this wap means power
how much time did i take that chase? have to left them jakes all sour
now plum sauce on duck, i just watch while they light up the eiffel tower (turn, turn, turn, turn)
it’s flashin’ lights, still i got gangdem ties (suh)
wap cost five, that’s light
bro let it hang out the passy side
music and road, still i can’t decide
i was on the wing eatin’ mash and pie (one)
looked in the judges’ eyes, i took that oath, i lied
hit the strip and colly, couldn’t do both, i tried
street qualified, grow more on the field, that’s science
in the t, i learnt mathematics
made the phone do acrobatics
where’s that magic? stretch that package, mr. fantastic, yo
[chorus: m huncho, headie one]
stretch that package, grub in plastic, money in transit
let’s drop this five but we need that nine if it gets too drastic
got this credit card, give it to my b*tch and i tell her, “max it”
been a bumpy ride, and i let things slide
i should have reached in the jacket, (yeah) take out pocket rockets (oh*oh)
it’s hot potato, and my brothers, they will mash it (oh*oh)
i don’t need no favours, i got flavours, need to stash it (oh*oh)
never been a taker, i’ma make her use the crop it, oh

[verse 2: headie one, m huncho]
how much time did i whip pots? watch my wrist lock
me, i’m tryna bring it back quicker than tiktok
all this bad b wanna do is lip*lock, me, i’m tryna make sure the quality’s tiptop (tiptop, tiptop)
spent so much racks on six shots, keep it away from junebug izzpot (skrr, skrr)
hand tings for the gliding, i rise them autos for when i get p*ssed off (rrr, rrr)
baguettes on the wing, not wingstop, so it’s only right i baguette my wristw*tch
feathered cushions, barely use it (urr)
first*class flights to europe, london, dubai, act all stupid (stupid)
a hundred*thousand dirhams (nya, nya, nya, nya)
can’t take away the pain but i know i can soothe it (ayy)

[chorus: m huncho, headie one]
stretch that package, grub in plastic, money in transit
let’s drop this five but we need that nine if it gets too drastic
got this credit card, give it to my b*tch and i tell her, “max it”
been a bumpy ride, and i let things slide
i should have reached in the jacket, (turn), take out pocket rockets (oh*oh)
it’s hot potato, and my brothers, they will mash it (oh*oh)
i don’t need no favours, i got flavours, need to stash it (oh*oh)
never been a taker, i’ma make her use the crop it, o*oh (turn, turn, turn)

[outro: headie one, muncho]
shut up
one thousand stones
one thousand stones, never knew about seven pounds an hour
black lives matter
in the hood this wap meets power
how many times did i take that chase, headie?
how many f*cking times did i f*cking take that f*cking chase?
*laughs*
it’s lit
yeah, serious

- headie one lyrics

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