SL - Gentleman lyrics
He said that's ammi
That is ammi but my amm is way more potent
I Wanna Fly Away For A Moment
I wanna say I dropped 4 bricks in the ocean
Kit Kit-Kats forever phoning
They take a tote, 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 bitch,
Doing demon Shit, on a demon dick.
Like manna move evil wid It,
Throw a pack over there, I wouldn't leave it with him,
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 pissed me off,
Yeah she love bitch 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.
Hella chitter-chatter when I back it you'll be darting off.
Mum said back by 10, there's somewhere We Need To Go. It's 9:30 and I'm on the MWay, I doubt I'mma make it home.
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.
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Manna need a bitch in my bedsheets
Fling her the twi, tell her build something hefty
Dead front, but the back came deadly
But don't watch that a nigga still done plenty
I knew this goon, way before you
Now I hear this yute wanna get me
Asked bro “Should I do what I do?”
He said “Roll thru”, bro shoulda never let me
I tell a bitch be gentle, I'm tryna Get The Willy Wonka Special,
I Know I Ain't No Gentleman,
Pull Up, Crash, And I'm Wetting Them,
Dip, Splash When I'm Getting ‘Em.
I'm Valley Bopping With Elegance,
Ching, Chang, I'm A Veteran, Your Bitch Bad? That's Irrelevant.
Like hello. you can call me S.
You've probably heard of me,
I got the pengest peng on the ends.
I'll 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 nigga came in with this pack on mute.
Tell him put your hands in the air, put your packs in the air, let me rob that food
Fresh home, I want my goon, but 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 darlin' just passed it, asked bro how could he be so foolish But The Money Keep Callin',
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.