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verse III
ice spoke of brokentokens we seenem
cokin
tryna copin
colon
no kama
Mustafa dey lion dem tryin
bruv me a chat say
...
dem bombaclots hate me
shut em off I'm bombbay
Bombay what day wrought so cut cloth sewn enough boss often cost coast like frost
these beaches is thick as fuck
boss
they miss me
Mrs Butterworth how thick she
I hit it from the back
hard
pardon no one
and hang.em.
lyrics crack
like ass
and stuff
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