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You hold me close, tell me that you can read my mind How do you get to know how I feel inside? 'Cause I didn't take you there, no Oh baby, get off my head, get off my head I like big bikes when I bought wheel grippin' Clutches dippin', why's there drippin'? Out with the boys and I'm gray go sippin' Pull up to the rave and the heads are spinnin' I like big bikes when I bought wheel grippin' Clutches dippin', why's there drippin'? Out with the boys and I'm gray go sippin' Pull up to the rave and the heads are spinnin' I like big bikes and I take the flights I'm on the graph and I love late nights I lase some boys and we take sick bikes Best on the mic, is Tom really white? Rip off the road like a JCV Five-O could try, but they can't catch me Song really wide, I'm a lyrical G Used to have none, now I'm making this P Been speaking on my mic since 2016 Still spitting out and I'm nearly 16 Walking 'round town, everyone knows me Is Tom really white, and I'm big on the scene? I'ma try and move shit, I do this shit proper Was about ten when I jumped on a crosser Big 250 smoking 'em coppers But I fell off 'cause I couldn't ride it proper You hold me close, tell me that you can read my mind How do you get to know how I feel inside? 'Cause I didn't take you there, no Oh baby, get off my head, get off my head I like big bikes when I bought wheel grippin' Clutches dippin', why's there drippin'? Out with the boys and I'm gray go sippin' Pull up to the rave and the heads are spinnin' I like big bikes when I bought wheel grippin' Clutches dippin', why's there drippin'? Out with the boys and I'm gray go sippin' Pull up to the rave and the heads are spinnin' You don't know about me, this life gets greedy Been a bad boy, you should not pose as needy Still spot police on my little red pinky Nearly got rammed actually got sticky I'm the best MC that's hit lodger And I've read every letter in the alphabet Otherwise, I die for the peace You've actually only heard of me 'cause I'm Shakirat You try to brag, but I'm the best in it bro When I start beef, can't ram in the disco You might have bars, not sick like these though But I'm brighter last time boy, that's me bro Try talk shit, get punched in your teeth Didn't learn in a gym what I learn in the streets Used to walk a bag and my bag is on sleeve And I grew up started smoking police I'll fly past you on my big four stroke My bars are fire, might get you stroke Do it for the cash, don't do it for the joke You might sit and laugh, but you can laugh bro Don't give a fuck what you say Bush Every time you watch man I get paid cash Know I'm gonna blow, and I'm not in no rush Them boys can try it and get told shush You hold me close, tell me that you can read my mind How do you get to know how I feel inside? 'Cause I didn't take you there, no Oh baby, get off my head, get off my head I like big bikes when I bought wheel grippin' Clutches dippin', why's there drippin'? Out with the boys and I'm gray go sippin' Pull up to the rave and the heads are spinnin' I like big bikes when I bought wheel grippin' Clutches dippin', why's there drippin'? Out with the boys and I'm gray go sippin' Pull up to the rave and the heads are spinnin' I like big bikes when I bought wheel grippin' Clutches dippin', why's there drippin'? Out with the boys and I'm gray go sippin' Pull up to the rave and the heads are spinnin' I like big bikes when I bought wheel grippin' Clutches dippin', why's there drippin'? Out with the boys and I'm gray go sippin' Pull up to the rave and the heads are spinnin'
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