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1st Klase - My Ends lyrics

Artist: 1st Klase

album: My Ends


Yeah! (Yo, Brooklyn, done dem)
I eh wa dem fellas feel is
Ranking ting inno, Choppi!
Sykelle! (Fir-fir-fir-1st Klase!)
Ah doh talk much, is straight headshot
Cause de links dem tough on my ends
Doh smoke cigarette, only spliff when meh step
And de OG tough on my ends
Sure 'bout all of my friends
Mans done prove dem riding
Day or night we sliding
One phone call and bwoy dead, yeah!
I never fail on a gyal mission yet, is a big fact
Trinidad gyal with a big back
Choppi done say he go hit dat
Land in LA wey de loud at?
Ah white girl pull up with some loud pack
If yuh see what ah make, yuh go doubt dat
If yuh see what ah make, yuh go doubt dat
Is hundreds and fifties and commas and digits
(Ooouuu Yeah)
I live for myself, bruddah, fuck how yuh feeling
(Ooouuuu Yeah)
If a nigga play mad, meh dawg dem go kill him
(Ooouuu Yeah)
Word on de street is dat I am de realest, yeah (I am de realest)
Dey mind too weak, men can't compete
When de drip God step, gyal start get weak
My shoes dem fresh and meh rocks dem real
I'ma island bwoy so meh smoke nuff weed
Sip champagne on a Trinidad beach
And I doh post much so meh gyal can't see
And ah doh like talk, British gyal talk P's
Ah could flex lil more but ah high off weed
Ah doh talk much, is straight headshot
Cause de links dem tough on my ends
Doh smoke cigarette, only spliff when meh step
And de OG tough on my ends
Sure 'bout all of my friends
Mans done prove dem riding
Day or night we sliding
One phone call and bwoy dead, yeah!
Ah doh talk much, is straight headshot
Cause de links dem tough on my ends
Doh smoke cigarette, only spliff when meh step
And de OG tough on my ends
Sure 'bout all of my friends
Mans done prove dem riding
Day or night we sliding
One phone call and bwoy dead, yeah!
Run up and shell down block
Lash up head, man frass
None ah my gyal dem ever play mad
And leak none ah my screenshots
All ah meh dawgs ah di realest dawgs
So yuh done know de whole team on top
Man ah set trend, doh like fake friend
And de links dem verified on de ends
My Maraval thugs dem ready (Okaayyy)
Ooouuu Yeah
All meh Beetham thugs dem deadly! (Ratata Tata)
Yeah
Ah no school boy ting, doh test we dawg (Nah)
Yeah
Look around my neck, God bless me (Achoo)
My team lit and we trending
I had to run it up fast, men doh like dat
I doh wa no talk, if she ass ain't fat
My dawgs go ride 'til de wheels fall off
Still make step when we have no gas
Few men real wanna be like Klase
Drip like dis and drip like dat
Watch your step when yuh following me
Dawg, you's ah lil boy, I'ma Island Gawd!
Ah doh talk much, is straight headshot
Cause de links dem tough on my ends
Doh smoke cigarette, only spliff when meh step
And de OG tough on my ends
Sure 'bout all of my friends
Mans done prove dem riding
Day or night we sliding
One phone call and bwoy dead, yeah!
Ah doh talk much, is straight headshot
Cause de links dem tough on my ends
Doh smoke cigarette, only spliff when meh step
And de OG tough on my ends
Sure 'bout all of my friends
Mans done prove dem riding
Day or night we sliding
One phone call and bwoy dead, yeah!

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