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    WYN Huncho

    {Intro: M Huncho}
    Convos on the dinner table talking ‘bout some dinner tables
    Yeah, yeah
    (Convos on the dinner table talking ‘bout some dinner tables yeah yeah)
    Convos at the dinner table talking ‘bout some dinner tables yeah
    Convos on the dinner table talking ‘bout some dinner tables yeah
    *Melodic hum*

    {Verse 1: M Huncho}
    Convos on a dinner table talking ‘bout some dinner tables
    I bought some dinner to the table
    I still didn’t get a plate full
    Thеy’re moving Cain and Abel
    Able to movе Cane stay stable
    Their fake lifes sweets are all maple yeah yeah
    But thats all waffle
    And all those hoes scuffles
    And all the roads shuffles
    And all the hoes puzzles
    And all the hoes love you
    And all the hoes lost you, yeah

    {Verse 2}
    I only achieved it cus’ I dreamed it
    Scales are dirty please clean them
    Cus’ it’s busy yeah we’re coming to the weekend
    Same day same shit same weekend
    So while you’re out partying and buying tables
    I’m still trap giddy and my trap is like the stables
    Police tryna stop yeah terror is the label
    Mask on or mask off im the same bro
    Money long or money short i stay the same bro
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    I make these trap bruddas jugg go harder
    I took on young boys that i had to father
    Most days cover anger with some f***ing laughter
    Most days I carry needles in the plastic bag
    You can’t cover all these scars with no plaster
    Don’t talk to me about work ima grafter
    They work harder but I work smarter
    My bros BM all MC’s darg yeah
    {Chorus: M Huncho}
    So f**k it
    Let’s roll up, let’s roll up, let’s roll up
    Let’s roll up, let’s roll up, lets roll up
    F**k it let’s roll up
    Let’s roll up, let’s roll up, let’s roll up, let’s roll up
    Hold up yeah, there’s no love yeah, {?} yeah
    The phone box yeah, I hit shots yeah
    My shoe box yeah, it’s all full blood
    Young boys yeah, they move so crud
    These roads cold yeah, theres no love

    {Outro}
    And everybody wanna know me now yeah
    Everybody calls me homie now
    Everybody wants to phone me now
    They outgrew me so I outgrow them now, yeah
    They outgrew me so I outgrow them now
    I outgrow them now, I out…

    {Instrumental}
     
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