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I get a funny feeling when am forced to deal with middlemen Wait for me fly you're being senior citizen, Uganda life's real yeah am swerving on the rail With too bad bars and high heels and miniskirts (fly) Past Kabalaga on Gaba headed to Deuces Champagne flowing like water go ahead and order (nothing) Dressed in Versace these haters they can't stop me Mad coz when I pull up the Rolly his shawty watch me, Kampala am a Capone Already blew 1000 a day what can you say? (Nothing) The club is on Smash, UG girls got bodies Fuck a Buggatti, I woke up in a new punani So where the whole club last night was made real Hangover, headaches, water and aviels Lean with it rock with it lean with it Lean with it rock with it pockets gat 20 stacks I see di time or they flashing on the bling bling bling I've been proposed too but never took the ring ring VIP sitting will be treated like the kings ahh ahh ahh In every way see mi champagne the bottle pops Haters hating but they forced to give it props He make his music so they can hear the tops ahh ahh ahh Back to downtown from Owino up to Kololo Catch me out Simba Casino spending pesa Solo, gambling and scrambling for paper Balling like the Lakers am Kobe you cannot control me So rock on ice, wrist on ice You only live once nigga this is my life Fresher than a shower, money and the power Used to struggle, used to hustle, now it's bottles by the hour Dedication, hard work, integrity and loyalty success soon come Hope the money doesn't spoil me Addicted to the cash, fainted for the dollars Deuces Entertainment Young hustlers discarded Supermodels by the dozen You're really aint nothing Be careful who you touch I put ya body in the ocean Beef is like lasagne it comes in many layers, The game never changes hommie only the players I see di time or they flashing on the bling bling bling I've been proposed too but never took the ring ring VIP sitting will be treated like the kings ahh ahh ahh In every way see mi champagne the bottle pops Haters hating but they forced to give it props He make his music so they can hear the tops ahh ahh ahh Black boy stunting hard with all his cars foreign Had the white on the grill I felt like George Foreman, fourth quarter I was Jordan My whole team scoring Called papi made a purchase early every three mornings Jay gave me props but it didn't mean much I was still out the next night selling my stuff Waiting on a deal and I aint talk of records Platinum make a mill I was trapped before raping Duffle bag boy blue jeans and white Ts Like the Tower of Pisa, my chopper make you lean Don't believe me ask God I went hard Worldwide famous, pictures with the stars Did the Hammers and the summers, Crashed a few Benzes Lost a few friends got back a few Exs None of y'all rappers did it like me First day out of jail was in an SUV I see di time or they flashing on the bling bling bling I've been proposed too but never took the ring ring VIP sitting will be treated like the kings ahh ahh ahh In every way see mi champagne the bottle pops Haters hating but they forced to give it props He make his music so they can hear the tops ahh ahh ahh
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