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kojaque - shmelly - a colors show كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
la_la_la_la_la_la_la
la_la_la_la_la
la_la_la_la_la_la_la
la_la_la_la

[chorus]
ollie, ollie, ollie
tip cans, free man, no chains on my body
brain full of fake names, chase off a bobby
followed by a dark cloud, rain on my brolly
nose all runny, ma got rennie
tryna flip a quid from a couple red pennies
used to want enough to fill my belly
now i want enough to fill a five_star plate
entrées and the cheese real shmelly

[verse 1]
why so friendly? i don’t know you
why you lookin’ at me like my feet’s on your sofa?
i don’t wanna have to hit you with the cold shoulder
people’s elbow , roshambo ya
never been tall, scr_p like a child soldier
tantrum, throw a tampon at my olders
elders, idris elba, co_star
buddy cop fl!ck with my face on the poster
f_ck a household name, face on the tele
done being common, want respect and some benjis
i’m like joe pesci with a skin routine and a sheet that’s clean
never been caught, siphon the wealth from the gentry
i hit the back door when there’s no entry
f_ck a dress code, man, i can’t afford fendi
rock my own clothes, man, i’m tryna cop a bentley
cop on the corner tryna cop a selfie
stealth mode, makin’ money, hand over fist
think i’ll do a runner from the country?
tempt me, tax man tryna slap shackles on my wrist
f_ck a record label, lemme sign with elvive
account man in the books doing backflips
revenue knockin’ on the door with the heavies
busy tryna get my little ass sun_kissed like whoop, whoop, whoop

[bridge]
yeah, that cheese real shmelly
but it’s fillin’ up my belly
man, i’m tryna get rich with that pelle, ayy

[verse 2]
can’t afford the rent where my ma done raised me
in the box room till the box push daisies
buddies lookin’ at me like, “he could’ve been something”
f_ck that, wanna be the one they hate ’cause i made it
‘member when i used to hate the place that i lived in
felt like a caged bird, cooped up pigeon
tried, jumped ship, came back, too chicken
hopped out the big smoke, back to the sk!llet
funny how sh_t change and it still ain’t different
getting head kicked on the school run home
‘member when i first learned god was the villain
well, he took my dad and stopped pickin’ up the phone
little problem child, head full of old fillings
give the kid a yop,  stop him cryin’ for his pops
always had to fill a void, had to make noise
always hid from them boys till i heard them screaming like whoop, whoop, whoop

[outro]
hot in this sh_t

- kojaque

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