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gentlmen - sl,ethankitchen lyrics

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he said that’s ammi
that is ammi, but my amnes’ way more potent
i wanna fly away for a moment
i wanna say i dropped four bricks in the ocean
kit*kats forever phoning
they take a toke, and start zoning
they look at me, eyes chinese
and say, “bring me in on your potion”
like, i was in demon bits
with some demon shanks, billing demon spliffs
and i was with a demon b*tch
doing demon sh*t on a demon dip
like manna move evil wit’ it
throw a pack over there, i wouldn’t leave it with him (i wouldn’t)
i’m tryna be peaceful with it
got a couple problems, but i’m dealing with it
mum said i’ve lost the plot, at least i never lost my crop
last chick, she p*ssed me off, yeah she love b*tch a lot
but she does the job, i bruk it out then send it off
i don’t trust a lot, there’s more than what they’re letting on
nuff times i’ve had the cops force me to park it off
nuff times i’ve seen a don, i do my dirt and laugh it off
half hearted dons, finish what you started off
h*lla chitter*chatter when i back it, you’ll be darting off (cut it)
mum said, “back by 10:00, there’s somewhere we need to go” (need to go)
it’s 9:30 and i’m on the m*way, i doubt i’ma make it home (p*ssed)
oh no, here we go, but i’m busy bagging my cro
gotta go to my drum, but i got buds
so let me just have a quick smoke (quick smoke)
manna need a b*tch in my bedsheets
fling her the twi, tell her build something hefty
dead front, but the back clean deadly
but don’t watch that a n*gga still done plenty
i knew this goon, way before you
now i hear this yute wan’ get me
asked bro, “should i do what i do?”
he said, “roll thru”, bro shoulda never let me
i tell a b*tch, “be gentle”
i’m tryna get the w*lly wonka special
i know i ain’t no gentleman
pull up crash, and i’m wetting ’em
dip, splash when i’m getting ’em
i’m valley bopping with elegance
ching, chang, i’m a veteran
your b*tch bad? that’s irrelevant
like h*llo, you can call me s
you’ve probably heard of me
i got the pengest peng on the ends
i probably slang it out to your friends
i put in mad work for that bread
even civilians nearly got kweffed
weren’t tryna break chip off the rassclart blem
stepped in with the fluffiest food
your n*gga came in with his pack on mute (quiet)
tell him put your hands in the air
put your packs in the air, let me rob that food (let me take it)
fresh home, i warned my goon
’bout time man do up a few good moves
and you don’t even know that yute
don’t watch that, me and him soon hit booth
custard darling just passed it, asked bro how could he be so foolish
but the money keep calling
you got a bag of kwengs but your stack’s appalling
no love for an informant, i still swim deep in the opp boy waters
no love for an informant, i still swim deep in the opp boy waters

- slethankitchen lyrics

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