DeBe - Nuffin Long Lyrics

Way to laid back its in my nature
Owe me money hold that it's only paper
Same time gemini otherside got me trippin
Dont listen to the stories that they make up
Who they kiddin
I dont care if were the same blood
Cah enemies love to show their face
Mek entities take their soul away
You gone see the white light like i whipped the yay
Phone my line i decline til another day

Mucking wid me
You better be deep
Wearing some armour tukkin a piece
Play for ya life in playing keeps
Pink slip
Like a whip in the streets
I cant sit down still like im a d h d
But i aint man its d to b
Feel free to compete
But just know ill pressing delete
Got bars on repeat
Raise up my arm widda heat
Blast laugh an then leave
No prints at the scene

Born to get it
Been counting pennies from a kid
On block serving nitties on the strip
Got a job paid my tax
Lifes a bitch
Someone tell h m r c
Suck my dick

I hate the queen
I might a bullet in her head
Unless i get aload pictures of her pinky red
Blood money
Revenge taste sweet with death
Give the crown jewels back
Before you lay to rest

Power in my hands
Tiger eye round my neck
Watch how i get it in
Multiply every step
Double N til im dead
Couple mana moving wet
Guess thats why i see em slip
Mana falling off the edge
Hating on me on the net
Till i see em in the flesh
Skinnin teet but their vex
F*ck it fill ya chest with lead
Better mind how u step
Like a army cadet
Ina mine field stressed
Come correct
Cut the cheque

Mana blessed
But not baptised
Shine bright like some cats eyes
Come ride my wave
But your boats bound to capsize

Connected like your Router
Push food like a Scooter
Talking on computer
Till i stormin like a Trooper
Come wid mini not a cooper
Man bag wont fit this oota
If feds catch me im tuna
In the can more than two months
Too young moving too dumb
Fake friends
Snake friends
Sons of medusa

Born to get it
Been counting pennies from a kid
On block serving nitties on the strip
Got a job paid my tax
Lifes a bitch
Someone tell h m r c
Suck my dick

I hate the queen
I might a bullet in her head
Unless i get aload pictures of her pinky red
Blood money
Revenge taste sweet with death
Give the crown jewels back
Before you lay to rest