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Akzcho - Mike Tyson Lyrics



Akzcho - Mike Tyson Lyrics
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Keep on hustling, keep on grinding
Bigger dough is better money but the moneys timing
Watch your mouth for the money you'll be climbing
Look a man straight in his eyes like Mike Tyson
Heard it here brudda keep on hustling
Got my niggas in the kitchen, cooking pot is bubbling
And another thing
I'm still chasing bags not stumbling
If I ever f*ck these thots I gotta bring some rubber in
Problem with the team trouble me we trouble him
Talking wicked till we met up now this kid is mumbling
Apple crumble boy he's crumbling, apple crumble kid
Mr Noncha, one up or with loaf my bro no butter bitch
Distance
From my dargs less business
Shout to C1 ideas moving big bits
That's a sweet one hijabi, like Kipling, still a kingpin
So lowkey not mingling
Drop out bitches
Bowler hat with smithens
Yeah that's wicked, yeah this hat ting different
Seen some baseball bats in boots not cricket
That's mad white girl on man smells paco rabban
Never back down keep it steady
Born ready for the hustle I was born ready
Never buckle under pressure I was born steady
Couldn't get me, the feds, couldn't get me
Dussing down the alley call me Asian loic remy
This bitch's gotta another man but she still texts me
Caress me, like J Hus man will get friendly
3 rounds, then I'm gone I'll leave the room messy
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Keep on hustling, keep on grinding
Bigger dough is better money but the moneys timing
Watch your mouth for the money you'll be climbing
Look a man straight in his eyes like Mike Tyson
Heard it here brudda keep on hustling
Got my niggas in the kitchen, cooking pot is bubbling
And another thing
I'm still chasing bags not stumbling
If I ever f*ck these thots I gotta bring some rubber in
Problem with the team trouble me we trouble him
Talking wicked till we met up now this kid is mumbling
Apple crumble boy he's crumbling, apple crumble kid
Mr Noncha, one up or with loaf my bro no butter bitch
Distance
From my dargs less business
Shout to C1 ideas moving big bits
That's a sweet one hijabi, like Kipling, still a kingpin
So lowkey not mingling
Drop out bitches
Bowler hat with smithens
Yeah that's wicked, yeah this hat ting different
Seen some baseball bats in boots not cricket
That's mad white girl on man smells paco rabban
Never back down keep it steady
Born ready for the hustle I was born ready
Never buckle under pressure I was born steady
Couldn't get me, the feds, couldn't get me
Dussing down the alley call me Asian loic remy
This bitch's gotta another man but she still texts me
Caress me, like J Hus man will get friendly
3 rounds, then I'm gone I'll leave the room messy
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Writer: Aqib Chowdhury
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Performed By: Akzcho
Language: English
Length: 2:14
Written by: Aqib Chowdhury

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