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smoke sessions - pak-man (uk) lyrics

[verse]
more readies got me war ready
got bored of roleys, i had four presi’s
this three*two’s light but this four’s heavy
back your chat, back your strap, you know the talk’s petty
i don’t need to mention all the joints i cut
all these big pointers get my point across
always bounce back from an l, you know your boy a buss
i can make millions from the voice i’ve got
straight drop peruvian, switched up the newest benz
just dropped the roof again, put him on the news at ten
chess not checkers, real steppers, no “who’s your friend?”
met a girl in zara, i just put her in gucci then
big drip, girls wanna ride on a rich d*ck
slim thick, take her on a quick trip
uptown, she don’t want a picnic
buss down, wanna get her wrist lit
retail therapy in five*star attire with seven g’s
five grand attire, what you telling me?
amiris and jordans, going hatton out of boredom
this weed imported, i’m very important
smoking on cali blunts, never been cali once
didn’t fly for years, didn’t catch no sun
quick harrods run, should’ve stacked these funds
staring at the man in the mirror that i have become
went a jewellers for a watch and another ring
you just bring the debit card, i just bring the duffle in
buss down my wrist for all the nights i was suffering
should’ve listened to my mum but i was a stubborn kid
these verses are real, had birds on the hill
furs and the silk, saw some permanent spill
got a next house full of spare clothes, this game full of weirdos
the phone keeps ringing but i air hoes
balling like nba, nothing a fake can say, all i hear is nfa
go check my resume, blowing this gelonade
givenchy on me but i went through a fendi phase
said i don’t need it but i still bang it anyway
strapped in designer, get slapped in your melon mate
sticky like sellotape, you was never selling weight
hate to see you elevate, they’ll fold gold, tell a jake
let me get this pain off my chest, you should pay me respect
you’re a coward, you’re a snake and you’re wet
i ain’t breaking a sweat, all my haters are stressed
in the latest i’m fresh, got this paper correct
i ain’t joking, laughing, at a man that’s broke and starving
cause i remember being broke and starving
now the balcony goes around the whole apartment
soldiers marching, survived the storm like noah’s ark did

- pak man uk lyrics

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