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letra de men on a mission. - rory sweeney, curtisy & ahmed, with love.

(yeah, i be screaming…)
(ooooooooooooooo)
(bih, bih)

f-ck drake
yeow (yeow, yeow)

don’t be tryna ring me phone because it’s been died
i’m just filling up a cup to f-ck me insides up
i’ve been inside, high like i’m mid-flight
i’m the big guy, you’re just a little fry
i’m only makin’ music if it feels right
i’m only blazin’ doobies just to feel right
beat the beat up, beat it til the beat dies (yeah)
people seem to sleep on me, i let the sheeps ride (yeah, yeah)
i’m a street guy, street smart, been wide
i can see sides of story without bein– ah (wait, wait)
i can see sides of storiеs withou– (one more time, onе more time)
i can see two sides of stories without being biased
i’m the type to sticks by his team’s side (yeow)
tryna seem wise, brodie you should be quiet (yeow, yeow)
i’m living paranoid, cuz i’m seeing sights (yeah)
i’m smoking cannabis, i’m feeling deep-fried
he sells weed by the seaside (gang, gang, gang)
she sucks d by the seaside (gang, gang, gang)
we get steamed by the seaside
we just live the dream by the seaside
no cap like the beanie was destroyed
i’m a real one, i can see the decoys
i’m a man on a mission, i’ve been deployed
i’m a man on a mission, i’ve been…
pick your poison, stay with boys or choose the mandem
hear your noise and we supply what you demandin’
he a bozo, he annoying, he commandin’
ain’t a joke so why you toying with a clown then?
pick your poison, stay with boys or choose the mandem, simple as
keep it quiet, why you fighting over random little bits
quick to riot, you so biased, you ain’t ever hearing sh-t
i’m the finest touch of midas, you ain’t ever feelin’ it
floating till the ceiling hit
ain’t no indica
two pateks, so many chilly wrists
face so intricate
fashion fresh, so many silly fits
check your tinder page
and i be hungry for that sh-t, i need my dinner made
i be hungry for that sh-t, i need my dinner ma–
i be hungry for that sh-t, i need my dinner made
i be hungry for that sh-t, i need my dinner made
(what)
i be hungry for that sh-t, facts
plain sailing, brodie cruising on a yacht
tell my old main thing she ain’t gone use me for the c-ck
plenty drops of henny got me woozy on the block
done so many tokes already, ain’t gone lose me when i fly (no, no, no, no)
so don’t tease me, we’ll make a movie in the back (uh-huh)
oh you talking back (uh-huh)
booty on the lap (ok)
girl don’t talk like that, don’t get a cootie on the cat
i’m a kid, i play with b00bies and i laugh (hehe)
five-foot nine, six-two in the mask
and a fine boy as well, my mama usually says
(f-ck!)
(ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)

- rory sweeney curtisy ahmed with love

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