paroles de chanson Pump 101 - Digga D feat. 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 fuck these women with four chains swingin'
Three rings blingin', two straps rippin' (come on)
One shot out the Glock leave your head back spillin'
Emerald cut diamond say I'm pyrex livin' (bling)
How can I say this in a friendly way?
Before we fuck, bae, I beg you, sign this NDA (come on)
Take you shoppin', what, Louis or the Fendi way?
Or we can stay in Park Lane, not in NPK (uh)

She wanna snap in the Lamb', but I ain't movin' the whip
Just run downstairs for a Novikov quick (come on)
Mayfair hotel, I know you're lovin' this shit
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 me not nyam Five Guys
Grampo I fill up with some nine-nine

I'll load up the pump
My guns are stocked up, got bronem Glocked up, in a stolen Benz
I'll load up the pump
My opps are neeky, and we can't get -, so we soaked his friends
I'll load up the pump
My line stay ringin', my guys stay chingin', what's the problem, fam?
I'll load up the pump
Every opp left bleedin',
So they started teamin', 'cause we smoked their gang
I'll load up the pump

Peski told me, "Wake up to reality"
Can't lie, I was sittin' there mad at 'em (man was vexed)
Just imagine me, .44's got these pussios panickin'
Makin' yutes bank food, now they're traffickin' (bank that)
I know it's embarrassing tryna get shit 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 shit, I ain't tellin' no lies
Real killers that I got on me side (some spillers)
JP never let shit slide
So 20 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

I'll load up the pump
My guns are stocked up, got bronem Glocked up, in a stolen Benz
I'll load up the pump
My opps are neeky, and we can't get -, so we soaked his friends
I'll load up the pump
My line stay ringin', my guys stay chingin', what's the problem fam?
I'll load up the pump
Every opp left bleedin',
So they started teamin', 'cause we smoked their gang
I'll load up the pump