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science - potter payper lyrics

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[intro]
answer no question
touch me, i’m tryna touch skin
uh
yo
mm, mm, mm, mm, yo
(h*llo gursevak)

[verse]
stepped in, just my darg and my bredrin
and we ain’t answer no question
touch me, i’m tryna touch skin
g ramsey, the chef’s in
left, right, before the feds spin
i cook crack, make your head spin
i got it that i need some fresh cling
and some more bags, i break a raw slab
my cats’ my biggest fans cah they want more raps
i swear i’m with some k!llers and they’re all tapped
i mean i’m with some drillers and they all trap
i just wanna hit the belly, no core abs
yeah, she pretty but she all back
i f*ck her once and never call back
nowadays, i think i’m all that
i’m bobby lupo, i’ll get ’em all whacked
just forget about it, watch me double*count it
i got beef in the streets, i never step without it
sh*t
i been dope boy fresh from a teen
i swear i owe my success to a fiend
i gave my whole life to the streets
then the streets went and gave about ten to the queen
i put my head on the map, an armeen
cah sh*t could be worse, you nah*mean?
corner for a verse, you nah*mean?
i said corner for a verse, you nah*mean?
that’s twenty on the breakdown
trappin’ ain’t dead, it’s just got a bit bait now
still i got ’em kway bound
i’m smokin’ on this girl scout tryna block the world out
i said i’m tryna block the world out
i’m callin’ shots like anthony soprano
my gun’s russian but my kicks italiano
amiri, dolce & gabbana, not ferragamo
i pull up on your block, it’s a car show
middle finger to the narcos, i’m gustavo, head honcho
this a whole brick, that’s a half o, you little *rs*hole
jailhouse, i had breeze without the barsto, word to marlow
’06, it was bando up in harlow
now this givenchy got me feelin’ picture*perfect like da vinci
i’m leonardo, i mean leonidas
when i was young, i had one bag of misguidance
always had a clean heart, want to split fivers, had to dip sirens
had me in the crime court, that’s a stiff silence
drivin’ no license, and i’m on license, and i’m on violence
so when i tell you, “don’t move,” i want compliance
cocaine and ammonia, it’s just science
sh*t
when i tell you, “don’t move,” i want compliance
cocaine and ammonia, it’s just science

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