Wardot - Sold Out lyrics

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Wardot - Sold Out lyrics

[Intro] Let's get it What is it, copper and lead? Safety off? Target practice Oi, the cemetery's open again Bodybags all over the place Let's get it [Verse] Man are like "MI sold out" f** that, listen to my new sound I've got a new style Golden Boy with a gold mouth White girl, double D breasts out Face looking all stressed out I told her go low And don't stop till you get the rest out Yardman swag, string vest out Armani jeans all pressed out Air Force Ones looking fresh now Fam in the cell doing jail time Told him it's bless when he comes out New link, new money, new account So many squares, man lost count Chip and pin, mad amount I never see you man out Foundation, my name's all over south Now I'm chilling up in country Where the white man call the black man monkey But it's OK till one of 'em touch me Cause the ting got more teeth than the ting That man ah man was beefing in Crocodile Dundee I'll turn a pretty boy all [?] ugly f**about Since '01, man's been about What'd you know about dropping out at the roundabout? Car's hot so you know I'm heading for the underground Feds on the case, hunted man like a bloodhound Stuff in the bag so I had to put the bag down Jump on the train going anywhere north-bound Holla at my Turkish ting up in A-Town That was like '04 Back when the ting weighed one-four Two and a Q in my top drawer That was like two pairs of 110s plus more Credit on my phone so I don't need to get more f** a metaphor, I'll show a man about being poor Till my donny hollered at me with the press raw Now i'm sitting in a spot with the nice decor Wifey Breed up, now I've got a lighty Half black, half white, that's my little tiny Got a short temper, so he's just like me Leo, I done it I run it Ironic That man wanna see me dead but I love it Music money, I get that, tell dem man better get back I don't wanna hear no dead chat 'bout headback and lead pack Your wifey, my lap, speed dial, my tap Really, I'm a nice chap but next man despise that It's real Eight for the box, nice deal No love Bare blood