She Wants A Man From Brum Songtext
von SafOne

Shout outs to all the mande

My 300 Spartans waiting outside the building

Shout out to my guy Jamal too, Dunknow


I got this Fulham chick I known her for time
Before all the ice when I was reloading on Nines
Saw me go from bread and water to lobster and wine
That′s why I never air her calls when she hollas my line
My east ting's flyer than a poster campaign
Ciroc the same colour as cola champagne
She don′t smoke weed but she'll roll me up a paper plane
Dont ask for P's and she knows that I can make it rain
Tryna achieve my goals
My brum ting saying she might as well had cheated like Keyshia Cole
My west ting be selling coke like a chemist
Booked her a flight from London to Venice
Put a smile on her cute face
I told her we can go shopping when we get there forget a suitcase
My Ealing chick smokes too much weed only with me for the trees
I told that chick to leave
My chick in Church Road′s official
I make her hold my pistol
But she don′t ever give me brain like my ho in Bristol
Suck me off when I'm switching lanes
And I can′t even remember that bitch's name
Go to Hammersmith smoke on some cannabis
Talk a lot of shit, make her choke on the magic stick ugh
My young ting says she′s gonna give up all of this
Good luck tryna find another baller, bitch
Cos if you change your mind, that's a waste of time
Cah I′ve got a million bitches in the waiting line
My Hayes ting's in her own class like detention
But she says I never show her no attention
That's cah I′m busy tryna work these curbs
Five bricks only paid for the first three birds
Bout Ps and Qs
I make strategic moves
I had hoes when I was broke
I dont need a . Ugh
Now I got my new chick mad at me
Cah I told her I need space like the galaxy
My north chick don′t wanna share, she wants all of Nines
My south ting be throwing up One Arda signs
My L.A chick be practicing her movie script
While I'm in the Base backing up my chick
I′m with my white ting, cah it's fire on the mains
She′s always in the mirror trying on my chains Ugh
My Nigga say I'm whipped
Cah I′m always with my Ghanaian chick

And I ain't even mentioned the groupies yet

Hoodstar my life's like a movie set
It′s Nines


This guy grew on my estate
Come to my mums yard I never knew he was a snake
Even looked the other way when I heard he was a snitch
But he crossed the line this weren′t over a bitch
Swear down I don't know how these guys sleep at night
T told me "Don′t trust him" but I never see the light
Probably cah I loved him like a little cousin
When them guys violated you I emptied out the
Don't say the hood if someone asks you where you′re from
No one cares you're gone
I just hope it burns you when you hear this song
You did this to yourself, you′re a dumb guy
Like you dont know, Me and Jaz let them fly
Now I can't look into your sister and your mums eyes
Tell your dad stop acting like his son died
Ugh, The streets thought he was a top shotta
But you ain't nothing but a liar and a cockblocker
This guy′s breaking my heart, we used to play in the park
Went to weighing up dark, you′ve been a snake from the start
Can't believe this clown
I even got mad at my guys Snoop and Tiny when they was gonna beat you down
Should′ve let them do this ting
Had plans for us in this music ting
Now if you're in the hood you lose your bling
Remember when I had you and Snaps moving haze
I sacked you I saw the Judas ways
You was bunnin′ on them tails
Gave you onions and a scale
Wouldn't chuck my brothers girl for all the money in the world
Acting like you love my bro
Bitch ran to the 5-0
Snitch hope you die slow
A million fake friends, feds on my case
Im still in this bait ends, Z′s in the base Ugh
We used to play fight on a late night
You see the chain's bright like a brake light
And you ain't got your wig right, cah you the snake type
I know you wished we stayed tight, cah I′m about to take flight
Strally all up in your dome, if you′re walking through the zone
Dont be calling off my phone, now you're all up on your own Ugh

I ain′t down with traitors, I'm all about my paper
The whole hood′s counting on me like a calculator

Ugh, I used to drive this prick
Drop him home when he was sliding on the roads
It's Nines

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sd 2 years
i got this fulham chick i known her for time before all the ice when i was reloading on nines went from bread and water to lobster and whine thats why i never air her calls when she hollas my line my east tings flya den a poster campagin soroco the same colour as cola champagne she dont smoke weed but she rolls me up them paper plane