Testo Old Skool - Kwengface
Testo della canzone Old Skool (Kwengface), tratta dall'album The Memoir
Grrt, woo
Scratch mixed it, haha
Look
I heard my dad was on the roads, I guess it's meant to be
She sayin', "Kweng, you levelled up exponentially"
I'm with this model blud, man, she doin' ecstasy
Nah, don't do that next to me, I like
My trap with extra cheese, real shit
I just spent a five, I just spent a ten
I just spent a twenty, man, I'll do it all again
I did it for my ends, now I'm doin' it for Kweng
Yeah, I got more racks than friends, man, it's gettin' to my head
Ridin' 'round '011, yeah, I'm old school
Didn't see none of you in Soul Food
No, it ain't Hitsquad, no, it ain't Zone 2
Belly used to hurt, now I'm dinin' in Nobu
Ridin' 'round '011, yeah, I'm old school
Didn't see none of you in Soul Food
No, it ain't Hitsquad, no, it ain't Zone 2
Belly used to hurt, now I'm dinin' in Nobu
Sometimes I forget that I'm way too litty
Never again that I'm rockin' with these chicks from Brikky
I like 'em Cardi B but this ting looks like Nicki
You want a bag, but you ain't tryna hold this blicky
My East ting kinda cute, kinda look like a Rishi
Ting from Pecks got me cattin', kinda look like Saweetie
I got racks, baby girl, but if you want, you can treat me
Want Reepa from Wembley, she ain't makin' it easy
Okay, it's mad how it turned this way
Got me screamin' "SuuWoo" but I ain't 03
Damn, I ain't saying no names, but he got chinged, splashed and blazed
Damn, I ain't saying no names 'cause that's
Another dark shit and that's catchin' a case
It's mad how it turned this way, I remember
Them days when I couldn't get paid
Uptown eatin' octopus
Eight women onto me, man, I call it octo-puss
Open up his body like a surgeon, how a doctor would
We livin' nuts, in and out of jail since Cock and Wood
All my opps have been shot at
But if you ask them yourself, they'll
Probably tell you that it's not that
My guy shottin' bits of B and he pebbles crack
Bro up on a opp, quick, drop that
I used to phone man for the readies and go rob that
But I'm gettin' older now, so it's not that
I got a light plug
And he said, "If music don't work, we'll drop that"
Speedin' through my hood, spinner on my lap
Any violation, let it pinger at the prat
Diligent and that, we're movin' militant and that
Two car convoy, dingered off and that
She wanna know how our life like
All them ride outs and all them times we let it pipe, pipe
See, right now I'm sky-high
See, I'm smokin' on this cookie and it's fuckin' up my eyesight, yo
Ridin' 'round '011, yeah, I'm old school
Didn't see none of you in Soul Food
No, it ain't Hitsquad, no, it ain't Zone 2
Belly used to hurt, now I'm dinin' in Nobu
Ridin' 'round '011, yeah, I'm old school
Didn't see none of you in Soul Food
No, it ain't Hitsquad, no, it ain't Zone 2
Belly used to hurt, now I'm dinin' in Nobu
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Writer(s): Ninian Martin Agyemang Fosu, M.g.
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