Professor X

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Tweakin', tweakin', 120 on the M-way, speedin'
 LV hat, backpack, and sneakers
 Any girl that I'm with is a ten, nine, eight, bredren, decent
 Now I'm in a party with the sweetest, chocolate brownin', Reese's Pieces
 I'm tweakin', tweakin', 120 on the M-way, speedin'
 LV hat, backpack, and sneakers
 Any girl that I'm with is a ten, nine, eight, bredren, decent
 Now I'm in a party with the sweetest, chocolate brownin', Reese's Pieces
 My brudda got a new wristwatch but don't watch that 'cause you could get
 You could get nauseous, could get seasick
 I mean, all of my ex girls hate me, but how you gonna have my baby?
 Baby, don't you know I'm livin' that baby boy lifestyle? Everyting crazy
 If you don't chat to your guy, your G'll see, I ain't talkin' Mercedes, nah
 Let's talk 'bout drama
 I got a peng brownin' in my zone, and I'm in the zone too like Karma
 Man pull up, hop out, pull over, if it's palava, cool, say nada
 Now I'm in a party with Tara, and that girl got body like armour
 Football in Balenciagas, or I kick ball in my all-black Pradas
 No actin', never went RADA, I'm a top boy like Sully but darker
 Hahaha, what's the drama?
 Peng tings still get aired, left on read then blue like Barça
 If it ain't about face, don't dial me, if it ain't about face, won't answer
 I got a brownin' livin' in Sydenham
 Professor X 'cause true say the back ain't there but the brain is brilliant
 And my new ting came with kids and that's okay 'cause I am still dickin' it
 Little man wanna jump on FIFA, so I'm close to the sun like Icarus
 Whitewash man then I'm back in the room with his marge, tryna whitewash that for the thrill of it
 No bareback, man gotta jimmy it
 Backside jigglin', shakin', ripplin', and her neck just ticklin'
 Tryna hide my face 'cah I can't stop giggling
 Them man all hickory dickory, watch glistening but the Rollie tickin'
 It's, it's, it's such a shame
 Tweakin', tweakin', 120 on the M-way, speedin'
 LV hat, backpack, and sneakers
 Any girl that I'm with is a-
 Man around that were snitches
 They're not around no more
 They're not around no more
 And who do you think that's because of?
 Was it us that got a man movin'? Ah, don't be stupid
 No bumper, wah di bumba? New number, hit her back like, "Who's this?"
 Cucumber in her belly like a broomstick, huh, R8 or the Lamborghini?
 Them man there don't plan to see me 'cah my niggas on greaze like Santorini
 I got a brownskin girl from Bush that will take that charge on the chest if I say so
 Both hands on her wig while I hit from the back, got me pullin' on her tracks and cane rows
 Two man in a Superdry jacket and new Astra, man, it's lookin' like plain clothes
 We ain't never had halos, just Henny and Jenny from the block, no J-Lo
 This year here's gonna be a mad one
 I need a good girl, I need a bad one
 I need a brand new vest and a handgun
 Them man need that more than a man does
 Them man need cash more than a man does
 Them man been crashed more than a man, look
 You don't wanna end up in my bad books
 It's not a good look givin' man a bad look
 Tweakin', tweakin', 120 on the M-way, speedin'
 LV hat, backpack, and sneakers
 Any girl that I'm with is a ten, nine, eight, bredren, decent
 Now I'm in a party with the sweetest, chocolate brownin', Reese's Pieces
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 Ayy, what 'bout you anyway? What 'bout your love life?
 It's a good question, man
 Wouldn't mind havin' a bit of fun if I'm bein' honest
 

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Duration
03:37
Key
2
Tempo
127 BPM

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