Saf Man - For My Father



My father came down from Mosul

But I'm doing this for the Armenian people

So much love my heart rate feeling like dilated pupils

Everyone want a piece they trying to find a crack in the system like peep holes

We keep the club popping your crew just pimples

And your bitch mine I be rubbing on her dimples

Lines From my nose to my temple

Tonight imma make your girl sing like shirley temple

We hot you just pimento

Yelling saf man a couple kabobs on the bbq

Lahmajoun on the plate for the starter crew

Red blue and orange all the way to iraq

And I still carry the t Dot streets on my back
Love like butter cut me some slack

As I listen to your girl sing on my lap

I'm about to lay her adlibs on the track

She ready to go again like another lap

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