Mist (feat. Rico Ace)

EsDeeKid

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    Ayy, Ayy, EsDee

    Lad, I'm riding with your bitch
    Got a tens in me pocket
    And a bottle full of Tris
    Five racks in the bank
    Put it all up on me wrist
    Never fucking with a lame
    Won't be riding in the mist, nah

    Lad, I'm riding with your bitch
    Got a tens in me pocket
    And a bottle full of Tris
    Five racks in the bank
    Put it all up on me wrist
    Never fucking with a lame
    Won't be riding in the mist, nah

    Night time, I'm creeping through the mansion
    Black gems on me neck stay dancing
    Birds hit me line
    Spawn kill, stop camping
    Backstage pass
    'Cause I'm young and I'm handsome

    Got long black hair like an emo
    Drugs all white, albino
    Rolling the Raws
    And I fill it with the green, bro
    Ice on me neck stay cold
    Sub-Zero

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    Members only
    You won't make it on the guest list
    Shout loud, make the crowd
    Think I'm reckless
    Chrome on me wrist
    Cheque pending for the necklace
    Young Scouse kid
    Make it sound like I'm from Texas

    Rocking like a star
    Coke for breakfast
    Cartier necklace
    Kush, I'm obsessed with it
    Outside, and we're posted
    With the members
    Pack landed, telling R kid
    Don't mess with it

    We got tons of different flavours
    We love getting in
    Came in the rave, popped pills
    And I'm settling
    Only eighteen, labels screaming
    Gotta get him in
    Beef? Know I keep the metal
    In my hand like wedding ring

    Ten girls on my body
    I'm feeling rich today
    Ten girls on my body
    My girl gon' crash out
    Put white in my city
    It turned to Krakow
    My girl still gets scared
    When I turn Snap Maps off in the trap house

    He's lit, but I ain't clocking him
    All amped up, stand up
    Chris Rocking him
    Peckish till I'm dead
    Rick Ross with it
    Lunchtime, cop Sprite
    Gotta mix Wok with it

    Lad, I'm riding with your bitch
    Got a tens in me pocket
    And a bottle full of Tris
    Five racks in the bank
    Put it all up on me wrist
    Never fucking with a lame
    Won't be riding in the mist, nah

    Lad, I'm riding with your bitch
    Got a tens in me pocket
    And a bottle full of Tris
    Five racks in the bank
    Put it all up on me wrist
    Never fucking with a lame
    Won't be riding in the mist, nah

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