• 標題:Pump 101 (Explicit)
  • 歌手:Digga D;Still Brickin'
  • 專輯:Pump 101 (Explicit)
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    Pump 101 (Explicit) - Digga D/Still Brickin'
    Lyrics by:Digga D/Still Brickin'
    Composed by:Digga D/Still Brickin'
    Why for five Guys
    Mi nuh nyam five Guys
    Hater yeah uh
    Come on uh
    Pump 101
    Uh

    C-C-C-C-C-C-C-CGM
    Yo it's easier to f**k these women with four chains swingin'
    Three rings blingin' two straps grippin'
    Come on
    One shot out the Glock leave your head back spillin'
    Emerald cut diamond say I'm pyrex living
    Bling
    How can I say this in a friendly way
    Before we f**k bae I beg you sign this NDA
    Take you shopping what Louis or the Fendi way
    Or we can stay in Park Lane not in NPK
    She wanna snap in the Lamb' but I ain't movin' the whip
    Just run downstairs for a Novikov quick
    Mayfair hotel I know you're lovin' this s**t
    Make sure there's bare spit when you're suckin' this
    Woo
    As long as I'm livin' this high life
    Still roll around in uptown with my knife
    Burger King
    What
    'Cause man don't nyam five Guys
    Grand power will fill it up with some nine-nine
    I'll load up the pump
    My guns are stocked up got bronem Glocked up in a stolen Benz
    My opps are neeky and we can't get J1 so we soaked his friends
    My line stay ringin' my guys stay chingin' what's the problem fam
    Every opp left bleedin' so they started teaming cah we smoked their gang
    Peski told me Wake up to reality
    Can't lie I was sittin' there mad at 'em
    Man was vexed
    Just imagine me 44s got these pussios panickin'
    Makin' yutes bank food now they're traffickin'
    Bank that
    I know it's embarrassing tryna get s**t across the border
    Hella yutes all takin' mans orders
    That's a fact
    Look I wear a clock and that life's gettin' shorter
    I could wig a man in front of his daughter
    Bap bap
    I know you're probably surprised real s**t I ain't tellin' no lies
    Real killers that I got on me side
    Some spillers
    JP never let s**t slide
    So twenty years he gotta do inside
    Free him up
    All down to ride Little cheffed ****up and he died
    Get him out the country wallahi I tried
    Wallahi
    On these streets man don't care about size
    I caught a ****all because of me pride