Lets Lurk Songtext
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Lets Lurk Songtext
Still pulling up on smoke
Skeng in my pocket
Can′t you see that bulge in my coat
Like holla mans brey
Manaman's got guns
That′ll sink a boat
Send a young boy round with a skeng
They ain't leaving till they see smoke
My niggas the realest in town
You niggas are really a joke
Feds looked bored watching Eastenders
It's a fucking joke
Trapping ain′t dead
The nitty still clucking and ringing my phone
Chilling with bro
Talking ′bout money
Dough to the dome
Skeng in my pocket
Can′t you see that bulge in my coat
Like holla mans brey
Manaman's got guns
That′ll sink a boat
Send a young boy round with a skeng
They ain't leaving till they see smoke
My niggas the realest in town
You niggas are really a joke
Feds looked bored watching Eastenders
It's a fucking joke
Trapping ain′t dead
The nitty still clucking and ringing my phone
Chilling with bro
Talking ′bout money
Dough to the dome
Writer(s): Jason Neville Thompson, Rennel Daniel Charles Walker-arthur, Malki Martin, Lloyd Nyarko Acheampong, Steve Nzasi Mubama, Cassiel Wuta-ofei, Kashama Mukun Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
