GYAL DEM LURKIN'
INTRO
Yo, check the flow, the main ting steps out, the whip is dark-tinted.
The money talk is different, every single word is printed.
This ain't for the weak heart, this is the main submission.
Big Jagga Bootz on the tag, pure concentration.
VERSE 1
The way I move, it causes a new fascination, they watch the gyal dem and the swift elevation.
She handles the mula with swift calculation, while you struggle quickly with poor preparation.
I put her in the whip, she enjoys the acceleration, every time we pull up, the ends show confirmation.
My team is certi', avoiding all the degradation, while your whole crew is collapsing from soft retaliation.
She doesn't engage in their trivial fake activity, my shorty possesses true loyalty and stability.
We move with the fire, avoiding all the hostility, she's learned the game early, avoiding the vicinity.
VERSE 2
They wonder how I manage this constant street ambition, I learned early that loyalty is the main stipulation.
I put the gyal in charge of the whole transmission, she runs the operation with surgical precision.
The old ting was just a ticket for brief interdiction, the new ting is permanent, a solid composition.
She's stacking the guap, escaping street contradiction, while the side-gyal are drowning in moral jurisdiction.
I see the fake love, the subtle manipulation, my main ting avoids the negative communication.
She handles the skeng with cold determination, building our whole empire from a stable formation.
VERSE 3
My flow is the standard, the lyrical expedition, detailing the rules of the ultimate submission.
She knows the pressure, the true road jurisdiction, avoiding the traps of public restriction.
They label my drive as pure brutality, I call it securing permanent street validity.
The vision is clear, beyond their weak mentality, establishing true, unwavering materiality.
She only rocks the ice and the flashy exterior, but she notices the movement that makes me superior.
Your whole crew's income is based on a slim fragmentation, I control the whole volume through pure street dictation.
VERSE 4
The team is z'd up, boosting her full proficiency, she carries the mash with pure velocity.
I put the bag in the boot, then I switch my whole lane, she's the one securing all the financial gain.
She's watching the opps, assessing the whole situation, avoiding their attempts at market imitation.
They will never match this focused, refined intensity, she operates at peak, showing true immensity.
My shorty is active, putting in all the full work, the paper keeps cycling, this is the final condition.
I built this whole road without public restriction, sealing our shared fate against any street inhibition.
OUTRO
Yeah. GYAL DEM LURKIN' secured. The ends are sealed. Ramz out! Jagga Bootz Official
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