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doing it right - stretch [npk] lyrics

[intro]
pacmantv
aye

[verse 1]
my life then and now aren’t the same
i went from parklane to parklane
i was going hard for some hard change
now i’m going hard, splashin’ that hard change
lately, i’ve been on some crazy sh*t
switch it up, down to the n*ggas i go raving with
‘cah all you and your man do is you f*ck with some wavey sh*t
9 months down the line you’re comin’ on some baby sh*t
girl, he needs to get his stretch on
girl, he needs to stop moving ya like teffna
and tell you go put your heels and your dress on and take you out on them dates you always dreamt of
5 star night only a jenner, restaurant with the chips come lookin’ like jenga
king prawn for a star, have to gеt them crowns in, and some champagne just to wash ‘еm down with
yeah i take her out for supper, next mornin’ she’s in my bed asking for a cuppa
cooking breakfast in my kitchen, all she wearing is my t*shirt and her necklace
i do that just to pass time, on some spugatti sh*t, yeah that fast life
going hard, a n*gga been erected, presidential, a n*gga been elected
i’m in the line getting my search, armani jeans, [?] shirt
went straight to the table, us man spend dough ‘cah we’re able
4 bills for a juice and we don’t spark f*gs us n*ggas bun zoots
and there’s a champagne shower, done locked off the rave we’ve been here for an hour
gyal are like “look at them man”, by their face i can tell that they’re rating
see the gyal are like “look at them man”, they wanna know how much p’s that we’re making
‘cah round here us n*ggas spend stacks, see a good night out cost about 10 racks
splash money watch the girls get gassed, and we got 7 man rollin’ back with 10 slags
her brain good like she studied in oxford, tell her that’s your panties, shoulda seen how far she dropped ’em
had that b in doggy, fam i tell a b*tch to c*ck it, then i tell her f*ck me and i sit back and watch it
big batty gyal, p*ssy wet like i mocked it
switch it up, fam i show her who the boss is
grab her by head, push her head down, make her spend the night with stretch, then she gotta take rounds
[verse 2]
oh yeah he need p’s n*gga, if you’re broke you can’t do it like me n*gga
but you can live my life in your dream n*gga, wake up and chase everything you just see n*gga
i was out waiting on the bailey cats, watched the olders and i got tired of my baby stack
morning to night, i was in n out the trap, hands cold i could feel my finger ’bout to snap
holding my breath when they’re hitting on the crack pipe, f*ckin’ up their life and that’s just to get my stack [?]
tryna make p’s, i’m really a bad guy, i do this for one person and that’s sad
this is real talk fam, i ain’t tryna rap lies, chatting ’bout me, make sure that your facts right
zoning out tag, inside on the sat night, writing bars on my bb till my bat died
don’t think that my beef is a game, when the best choice to walk with suttin’ on your waist
might pop up at any time of the day, clap you up and send your rass to a grave
you might try run but they’ll give you a chase, and you’ve had fights but this just don’t feel the same
and if you buck again, they’re wettin’ you again, and they ain’t gonna stop till your sweatin’ up with pain and you’re screaming
with tears runnin’ down your cheeks, then you’re on a sh*t bag and you ain’t comin’ out for weeks
tubes down your throat so you can’t even speak, can’t walk around need a drip just to eat
you can feel muscle getting weak, hospital bed no socks on your feet
regrettin’ how you let this whole ting get so peak, almost threw away your life being some gassed little neek
don’t let your life go to waste, one day fam it might be too late
see i got n*ggas rottin’ in the cage and i also got couple n*ggas rottin’ in the grave
this weren’t the life i envisioned, never thought i’d ever spend time up in prison
spittin’ bars hoping they’ll notice i’m different, maybe when i’m signed hopefully they’ll listen
stretch, swear i’m the best for my age, f*ck haters couldn’t give a f what they say
stay bunnin’ on the set’s with the graves, spliff after spliff tryna get this stress off my brain

[verse 3]
thinkin’ ’bout my times as a kid, thinkin’ ’bout that life that i miss
before i ever built a line on my strip, back in the days when grime was the sh*t
*rs*nal would’ve been your best bet in the bookies, when kobe bryant was a rookie
cinema watching buzz lightyear and woody, straight 2 step didn’t know about no doogie
all i ever knew was my books and footy, had to ask mum if i needed a cookie
when i didn’t have to think ’bout profits, only thing i wanted was them crep with the lights on ’em
back when i never had to make star blows, talking ’bout when i used to love johnny bravo
never had to shot pebs for the belly, 6 hours straight watching ed edd n eddy
yeah i used to watch a lot of telly, i remember when i used to go round lenny’s
these days when no girl was a jezzy, when yats used to laugh when i even got a semi
virgin, i weren’t beatin’ till i was ready, now a big boy fam and i do it on the reggy
times when i had no cheese or a rizzla, favourite song “solid as a rock” by sizzla
mufti day for my touch and my jordans, i think those the best crep that i ever walked in
better than my prada’s and my suwoo forces, never used my 23, used to kick n*ggas jaws in
bed time and 10 got school in the mornin’, polishin’ my kickers while i’m stretchin’ and yawnin’
money was pokemon cards, i was ballin’
from day dot fam, i just had to get ’em all in
man i miss those days, but i did for the money, so i kiss those [?]
man i miss those days, but i did for the money, so i kiss those [?]

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