[Intro – Shotta D | Patois]
Yeahhh… Sydney city run red tonight…
Shotta D an’ My T pon di riddim…
White dust, big stack, gyal wine pon di cocky…
Mad tingggg!
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[Hook – Shotta D | Patois Dancehall Style]
Coke inna di bag, cash pile up neat (pile up neat)
Champagne buss, gyal bruk out pon di beat (pon di beat)
Sydney city dark, mi still run street (run street)
Live fast, fuck law, mi nuh tek defeat (tek defeat)
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[Verse 1 – My T | Rap]
Came up sellin’ coke in the back of them flats,
Sydney nights cold but my pockets got fat,
Snow in the summer, yeah I made that stack,
White lines on the table, fiends runnin’ it back.
No handouts, just grams in the stash,
Glock in the glove box, whip move fast,
Fuck a nine-to-five, I was born for the cash,
Now I pop champagne while she shake that ass.
Bitches in the penthouse, titties out lit,
Lines on the mirror, and she love that hit,
Couple feds lurk, but I move too slick,
One call, disappear like a mafia flick.
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[Hook – Shotta D | Patois Dancehall Style]
Coke inna di bag, cash pile up neat (pile up neat)
Champagne buss, gyal bruk out pon di beat (pon di beat)
Sydney city dark, mi still run street (run street)
Live fast, fuck law, mi nuh tek defeat (tek defeat)
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[Verse 2 – Shotta D | Patois Raw Gritty Flow]
Mi chop up di block wid a .45 steel,
Fiends pon di line, waan coke fi meal,
Mi press gas hard, cyan touch mi wheel,
Whole city know seh mi money too real.
Pum-pum gyal bruk out pon di pole,
Coke dust fly while mi count di roll,
Badman ting, mi nuh play no role,
Any man cross, mi a tek him soul.
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[Verse 3 – My T | Rap Aggressive Flow]
Blood on the pavement, bag full of cash,
Fast cars, fast hoes, I was born to smash,
Sydney underground, yeah I built that rep,
From the grams to the keys, now the checks get wet.
I’m the ghost in the night, but the boss in the day,
If you talk too loud, you get blown away,
I done fucked up the law, but I beat that case,
Now it’s Henny in my hand with the coke in place.
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[Hook – Both | Rap + Patois Hype Blend]
(My T) Coke in the bag, I’m the city fiend king,
(Shotta D) Gyal wine low, let di bumper swing,
(My T) Fast life livin’, I don’t fear no thing,
(Both) Stay low, live hard, mi nuh regret a ting!
UncleT
