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Yeah Ayy, what? Where the mandem? Where the gyaldem? Where the 6 side? Where the 6 side? Where the 6 side? Ayy Look Please write my mother and tell her, tell her the shape that I'm in Thirty days, I have been sober, now I'm back drinking again, again I got away from the city, I'm on the outskirts of town Friends that I treated like family, they were just hanging around, around Yeah, gotta lay down when you make bed Gotta let some tears just shed Since we blew up and got green I gotta leave some of y'all on read Yeah, four gunshot, mi nuh dead Might put some dollar 'pon head Or just turn up the place instead Thirty-six in the chest, okay Twenty-eight in the waist, okay Forty-six in the hips, come swing my way Swing my way, drop for me, sing for me Bruk your back and bend up your knee Badmind gyal can't friend up with me, no Yeah, how many summers did I run? Like ten I got a show out in London, when? What the clock inna London? Yeah, Big Ben I have a watch face just like dem But me nah watch face like dem They make lyrics for who? Men We make gyal come, then come again Please write my father and tell him I found some fortune and fame They're gonna try and behead me and speak on the family name He said my knife's in my pocket, I'm in the center of town I tapped the side of his pocket, he wasn't joking around, around Gotta lay down when you make bed Gotta let some tears just shed Since we blew up and got green I gotta leave some of y'all on read Yeah, four gunshot, mi nuh dead Might put some dollar 'pon head Or just turn up the place instead Oromo girls, Tigray girls, all of my Amhara girls Habesha girl, you're my kind, my kind You wanna take some shots in the nighttime? Run treadmill dey inna di GoodLife? You wanna work up a sweat in a Life Time? Okay, okay Thirty-six in the chest, okay (Okay) Twenty-eight in the waist, okay (Okay) Forty-six in the hips, come swing my way (Yeah) Swing my way, drop for me, sing for me Bruk your back and bend up your knee Badmind gyal can't friend up with me, no How many summers did I run? Like ten I got a show out in London, when? What the clock inna London? Yeah, Big Ben I have a watch face just like dem But me nah watch face like dem They make lyrics for who? Men We make gyal come, then come again Thirty-six in the chest, okay Twenty-eight in the waist, okay Forty-six in the hips, come swing my way Swing my way, drop for me, sing for me Bruk your back and bend up your knee Badmind gyal can't friend up with me, no Bruk your back and bend up your knee Bruk your back and bend up your knee Badmind gyal can't friend up with me, friend up with me, no