p*sstake 2.0 lyrics

by

Rzo Munna (9th Street)


[Intro]
9th Street the team, b*tch
Six million ways to die

[Hook]
It's all jokes, a load of banter
My Congolese gyal wan stress me, why?, I didn’t make it home for Ntaba
I put white gyal in the pot, Im watchin it lock, that's Becky and Amber
My brown-skin ting got beef, with my light-skin ting but she don't take badda
It’s all jokes, a load of banter
My Congolese gyal wan stress me, why?, I didn't make it home for Ntaba
I put white gyal in the pot, Im watchin it lock, that's Becky and Amber
My brown-skin ting got beef, with my light-skin ting but she don't take badda
Oh sh*t

[Verse 1]
They thought Rzo Munna hates black tings, all cause I said one bar
Got a Ghanaian ting holding packs here, and a Niger gyal from far
My Jamaican gyal wanna argue, my Haitian gyal well they both on Rz
I got an Asian gyal wanna live in my crazy world, she don't know the half
Big back ting from Yard, wanna hold packs in yard
And a White gyal from Italy, she want a bit of me but she a tar
She ain't got my socco, we juss pray that this b*tch got tits
And the Congolese gyal wan stress me, she gets mad when she ain't get di*k
I had the chance, but I said f*ck that, I could've f*cked that but that gyal ain’t sh*t
Gyal get treated like grub, once its with me, its get whipped
When putting the food in the pot, don’t rush, stay steady
She asked me if I had preference, I like Keishas, I like Beckys

[Hook]
It's all jokes, a load of banter
My Congolese gyal wan stress me, why?, I didn’t make it home for Ntaba
I put white gyal in the pot, Im watchin it lock, that's Becky and Amber
My brown-skin ting got beef, with my light-skin ting but she don't take badda
It's all jokes, a load of banter
My Congolese gyal wan stress me, why?, I didn’t make it home for Ntaba
I put white gyal in the pot, Im watchin it lock, that's Becky and Amber
My brown-skin ting got beef, with my light-skin ting but she don't take badda
Oh sh*t
Oh sh*t

[Verse 2]
She wanna come round
When she knows that she talks too much, and I've told her talking ain't make me pounds
So suck this di*k and get out the house
Whats all this this hate?
On the net I see shade, but not to my face, they know they gon meet this blade
Backroad, high road, night time, won't do it broad day
And the opps look p*ssed whenever they see my face or meet my blade
If I can't cut you, I'll cut your mate, do it like f*ck it
Last drillin I did was in public, do it no face, no case I love it
If I get nicked, I'll buss it
Cute one buck bro, she ain't got no hope
Bring her to the bando, dont draw heart, no smoke
Suck this di*k and do up this roach
Cute one but boo
She didn't like what I said on my last track, when I blast that she said put it on mute
She hates it whenever I be rude

[Hook]
It's all jokes, a load of banter
My Congolese gyal wan stress me, why?, I didn't make it home for Ntaba
I put white gyal in the pot, Im watchin it lock, that's Becky and Amber
My brown-skin ting got beef, with my light-skin ting but she don't take badda
It's all jokes, a load of banter
My Congolese gyal wan stress me, why?, I didn't make it home for Ntaba
I put white gyal in the pot, Im watchin it lock, that's Becky and Amber
My brown-skin ting got beef, with my light-skin ting but she don't take badda
Oh sh*t

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