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pablo - slim (uk) lyrics

step in the bando feeling like pablo
with nothing but bricks inside(lets work)
from scales pots and bowls
im gonna see a mill off the kitchen side
cause’ i feel like mitch when im up
all night just me counting paper(bands)
thats no convo for informers (none)
and a load of corn for the haters

feel like pablo step in the bando and let me change your life
i dont change on n-gg-s i remix dinners turn on and change the price
i got fed up of broken dreams
i stepped out and i made sh-t real
you ever done you the maths like
this year this phones gonna make a mill
and bro got ipp and 8 years on still trying to appeal
and yas got nicked with the wap and
5 years gone he’s still on violence
and me i feel at home when at the stove just me and the pyrex
and when i get nicked only question
is how the feds gonna deal with silence
i feel like mitch when i break down
bricks but money ain’t new to me (no way)
i used to hit fiends two shots of each and i used to give two for free
now i can’t up racks and my fingers hurt and i get brain stupidly
cause it was me in o i never needed home just a stupid fiend
i flew north for a new machine
and i flew dam just to check the plug
when i drive by i dont wave at n-gg-s
when i was low i didn’t get no hugs(none)
now my jewellery sets cost 50 bags
they wanna be friends and stuff (f-ck off)
got is itching to test this pump

whole town itching to test this dub
step in the bando feeling like pablo
with nothing but bricks inside(lets work)
from scales pots and bowls
im gonna see a mill off the kitchen side
cause’ i feel like mitch when im up
all night just me counting paper(bands)
thats no convo for informers (none)
and a load of corn for the haters

i feel like columbus taking trips
how many times did i take me a risk (how many?)
i spent last year serving fiends this year the phones doing 30 keys
i used to need advice now i see them guys
and i swear they just talk to much (chatting)
i put forks in grub in the trap we
trust because i ain’t getting paid of love
and i feel like slim when i break down a
brick first time brought a tear to my eye
i lost years inside didn’t see them
guys now everybodys feeling the kid (fake)
i can’t whip no o i put bricks on
stoves and make sure the whole team eats
it was me on the motes bricks of both hoping n-body notices me
i went to the grind when sh-t got hard
never came home just to make a change
keep it real bro keeps it still
my left wrist stays 18k
and the cutest thots love gucci drops and pulling on cuban chains
but to tell you the truth
only a good day in o is gonna make my day

- slim uk lyrics

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