Testo Natural Organic - D Double E feat. AJ Tracey
Testo della canzone Natural Organic (D Double E feat. AJ Tracey), tratta dall'album Jackuum
Oh my word
Yeah
No dilly, no dally
Jump in the car and rally
Draw for the bucky and strally
All my enemies, I don't pally
You know the score and tally
Can't see my face 'cause of bally
Having money so it's like bally
Make a man move to the valley
I got the packs of the Cali
And I got them big back gyally
Make a man go doolally
Make her a breed and carry
Standardly keeping it gutter
This is my bread and butter
Don't wanna hear a word or utter
I'll shut down your shop and shutter
Us man are out for the money
Us man are out for the profits
Tryna get them keys to the Bluku Music office
Tryna get them keys, break it down and shot it
Go online and cop it
Taking off like rocket
I got the plug like socket
What you looking for? I've got it
I've got the key, unlock it
It's a good deal, can't knock it
Man are hating, don't watch it
Just like a game, I'll clock it
My style, you can't mock it
Man are out for the wealth
Just tryna better myself
Tryna have good health
Check the weed on the shelf
Mandem grew it theirself
Ganja farmer
Looking out for the helicopter
Call me the medical doctor
I'm on a different planet
When am I gonna land it?
Man wanna try and scam it
Put a stop on it, quickly ban it
Don't worry, don't panic
Fix that like a mechanic
Natural organic
Natural organic
My baby girl Arab and sexy
LV everything, she's flexy
Her poomps is an oven and fertile
I'mma have to breed this one, man, let's see
Organic and natural
My girl's got boots, that's factual
I've made hundreds of bags off music
That's statistics, boy, yeah, that's actual
D Double and Tracey
We've got Patron, the Nina and lacy
Tryna live humble but I've got bread and it crumbles
So I put it down for the mash in a tumble
Vapiano, no Garfunkel
If I need a skeng, man, I call up uncle
Uncle's gonna come down with a chopper
Banana clip make a big man tumble
Cocaine on my white Air Ones
I'm stamping on yay in a posh girl's drum
I'm tryna stack dough, tryna feed my mums
I had to push work in the West End slums
Now I buy tings as I can, you're a nutter
Man'll get toast with a scram
Shots leave marmalade on your gang
'Cah the.44 and the.38 won't jam
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Credits
Writer(s): Che Wolton Grant
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