ACCUR8 Lyrics

(MI6, yeah)

Listen, cuz you gonna love it

Me and MI6 the dopest to do it, so he put in the perc' in percussion

Spazz on the track but don't rush it

Nigga you know that it's nothing

Emotionally scarred so the process is the only thing that we be trusting

And God of course

Sending rappers to the Lord of course, with no remorse, so don't try us

We never force shit but we dey force

Can't even say that cuz it's effortless, god flows, heaven sent

Dope bars, still legitimate

Me and the beat getting intimate, then I betrayed it by killing it

Oh I'm feeling like it's that time

Sake of I no blow yet, if I send you message on Snapchat, then you dey half-swipe

But very soon, I'm gonna card swipe

It's like you don't want to make it to Hollywood, the way you never act right

No yawa sef, this your last time

No yawa sef, yo, wo last nono

OBj on it, yeah bars nono

Pay what you owe me my nigga, please don't dilly dally

Just brε me me cash nono

Told you you was gonna love it (Love it)

Ballin' while you niggas subbin' (Subbin')

Nigga, do we look like substitutes? Plus it's my goals that I'm running to

I do not stunt for the public

It's like they know what turns me on cuz they always know how I'm coming (Wait)

Nigga, you know how we coming

Wait, pause, pause

No cap, took a L, turned it to 'cLap', so round of applause

You know what it is, and you knew what it was

I think I might love a chick on the low low, but trust a chick? I can't imagine it, that's a no No

He was chatting shit, I wasn't having it, we ain't bro bros

Accurate, all that I spit is accurate

(Mmmmm)

Ohemaa I'm liking your crop top

Ain't nobody going hard as me, but for you I might have a soft spot

I said ain't nobody going hard as me, end of discussion, cot top

Play this in your car, you know that it's fire, make you feel like you dey hotbox

You no go fi pass we, bro

How he so fire? How he so fly? Yes I put the "heat" in Heathrow

Niggas see love as transactional, like "please just give me my percentage"

Niggas would much rather call you out than ever give you any credit

You get it? Let's get it

I think I might love a chick on the low low, but trust a chick? I can't imagine it, that's a no No

He was chatting shit, I wasn't having it, we ain't bro bros

Accurate, all that I spit is accurate

Accurate (Accurate)

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