Lyrics
I fly like paper, get high like planes
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here, I make 'em all day
I get one down in a second if you wait
Sometimes I think sitting on trains
Every stop I get to I'm clocking that game
Everyone's a winner, we're making our fame
Bona fide hustler making my name
All I wanna do is
And a
And take your money
Pirate skulls and bones
Sticks and stones and weed and bong
Running when we hit 'em
Lethal poison for the system
No one on the corner has swagger like us
Hit me on my Burner prepaid wireless
We pack and deliver like UPS trucks
Already going hell just pumping that gas
M.I.A.
Third world democracy
Yeah, I got more records than the K.G.B.
So, uh, no funny business
Are you ready all?
Some some some I some I murder
Some I some I let go
Some some some I some I murder
Some I some I let go
Written by Thomas Wesley Pentz, Mathangi Arulpragasam,
Nicholas Bowen Headon, Michael (mick) Jones,
John Mellor, Paul Gustave Simonon •
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