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[Limma]
Money over the fame
And I put money over her mate
But i could never put money over my brother
Even though money's all that I chase
Money over the fame
And I put money over her mate
But i could never put money over my brother
Even though money's all that I chase
I could never put money over my brother
And I couldn't put money over my mother
But I put it over a bitch
Cah I can't say how many have finessed me for me jumper
I fuck with the weed so i ain't into the cooking
But if you fuck with my G then Im into the juking
Come try me
You know where to find me
Im on the block where I'm jugging
My money's long but word I need it longer
Baby come to the bando
Baby come make my thing longer
Come taste this wonga
Big ting like anaconda
I called up for some hot chocolate
But she ain't [?] like Costa
Didi Da Didi Da
Leave him next to a doctor
She wanna be my wife, oh my
I don't want her to holla
She wanna meet
But she got meat
Looking all like my doner
Why ya fist up
I ain't tryna scuff
Get you down with my chopper
Money over the fame
And I put money over her mate
But i could never put money over my brother
Even though money's all that I chase
Money over the fame
And I put money over her mate
But i could never put money over my brother
Even though money's all that I chase
[Pacman]
Im like man sais they dont like me
What does he want a grammy
I ain't rolling round with no stammy
Straight range rover Im mash p
Got a sexy girl looking tongue daddy
Got firm tits but her bum saggy
I'm pouring vodka im bunning ammi
Like free mover, free the family
Been riding round with my horley friend
[?]
Cah i been broke I ain't tryna lose again
I dont rap, i do tunes for friends
See i was getting paid , whizzing in the range
We was getting girls, getting pussy
If you ain't my main, and you don't make papz
Then why would you think we were cushty
Tell her come witha blade wrist
Come witha gauge that Im in Walthamstow on wood street
Dont[?} on my face might back out a blade
Man a get sliced like [?] meat
From the estate don't snitch on a way
Coz man will get touched like pussy
Took a loss get paid but its part of the game
Man can't go off road cah its a myth
I'm on the motorway ,doing long trips
But im not a coach
Smoking loud
Credits
Limma

Limma

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