Ladies

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    Lions don't lose sleep over the opinion of sheep
    Nothing seems real till it lands at your feet
    We all pay bills, I've got gaps in my teeth
    They never gave me luck, they're just gaps in my teeth
    I smile a lot, why not?
    Fine girls getting eyed up, it's best to keep your eyes shut
    Too nice to keep my eyes off
    That's fresh cake, hands off
    Crush grapes and bake off
    I always take days off
    Praying that it pays off
    Stereotype me as a waster
    See myself like a Baidar, never been a faker
    Baby boy from the manger, east midlands popper
    Pocker think I'm selling A-class
    Went to see a doctor, he said my life was made up
    What you do with no options?
    Like a squirrel for an acorn, pulling out my hair
    I ain't getting no 'caine rows
    Searching for gold at the end of the rainbow
    I'm at a yellow brick road, doing up angel
    Tell her do it 'cause I say so
    In Bagel King
    I ain't trying to get a Bagel, life of sin
    Can you give the boy a halo?
    Can you give the boy a bly?
    I'm just tryna get by, always told me lies
    Now they stood outside, pray I demise
    I'm an eagle flying, through the breeze, they chat, I glide
    Like steez I'm T-sus Christ
    Late night when I'm twice as nice
    Like your girl's cooking
    That your mumsy niced
    Like your girl's cooking
    That your mumsy niced

    This one's for the ladies
    'Cause they have our babies
    And they drive us crazy
    But they made us men
    This one's for the ladies
    'Cause they have our babies
    And they drive us crazy
    But they made us me

    Thorn in my foot, no one helped me out
    I'm not unpure, neither good, like that's not allowed
    I tried talking to God, can you help me out?
    Never got a response, only asked as a child
    Been unsure on trial, I'm sure that I'll walk this aisle
    Caught this flight, deja vu, already lived this life
    So the path that I'm on, yeah, this one's mine
    No more sleep
    No more lines
    No more breachin'
    No more fines
    No more tag
    And no more nights
    In on the curfew, early nights
    No more job-seekers
    No more team leaders, who ain't been leaders
    No more swinging out fights
    Everybody swinging out knives, like nobody dies
    But it's scumbag season
    I'll come back when no comeback needed
    Man like lil' Jo, ab squeezing
    Prolly smoke more I'm leaning
    8 year old's blow bags breathing
    Nowadays cognac sipping
    Back then? Scumpy sipping
    Lambrini, never wore Cabrini
    Gotta find my Avirex
    They'll sell themselves short for flavors
    I wouldn't sell myself out for dough and acres
    I want a wife that's gracious
    Then we can get a yard that's big in Barbados
    I appreciate queens 'cause they made us
    I'll part the sea, what's your fragrance, tasting like Baileys
    Put me in a spell like seance
    Shelter when it's rainy, Bob Marley, what's your preference?

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    Yeah, this one's for the
    Yeah, this one's for the
    Yeah, this one's for the

    This one's for the ladies
    'Cause they have our babies
    And they drive us crazy
    But they made us men
    This one's for the ladies
    'Cause they have our babies
    Yeah they drive us crazy
    But they made us men

    Brr

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    Composición: Kwesi Darko Obiri y Tyron Kaymone Frampton

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