Daff, Pak-Man - 2 Bosses lyrics
[Daff, Pak-Man - 2 Bosses lyrics]
You'd rather be on the ends
Darg with two boshes
I'd rather be on the ends darg with two boxes
Pak-Man and Daff on the track
Man that's two bosses
Troublemaker but never been a silly hater
I'm buying out everybody
who can really cater?
I can take your order
I'm some different type of waiter
I told my baby "There's money to make
I need to phone you later"
I've got links overseas
I'm topping up my data
It all started from the ground
Just like a potato yeah it's cool
You can spit with that Daff flow
That crack flow
But just know that Daff the originator
Give mummy half and put food
Up in that refrigerator
Investigation, I ain't helping
Out an investigator
You're a pagan, pagan, pagan, you're a pagan
Roadman helping out a fed
Then you're a traitor
Money maker, born to be a Richie Porter
You've never seen me sponging off
A rich man's daughter peter Parker
Peter Parker without the glasses
Peter Parker the way I'm
Getting rid of goblins
Ten minimum when I get that stardawg in
Now this a likkle re-up
Fifty bags to get this P up
And if he ever knew dargy how I got this P up
He'd be screaming "Mamma mia"
Screaming "Mamma mia"
Tia, Pia, Leah, Gia, Nia
I tell all of them I've got this money idea
I need to refurbish your yard just like IKEA
And you can upgrade your whip
Baby from the Kia
Out of five of them two be on it
The middle man always drinking
Like an alcoholic
I'm just waiting for the plug
Cah I've got the socket
Pak-Man and Daff on the track
That's two bosses
Pak and Daff, that's two bosses
Two drop whips, two Glock sticks
Baby I don't do gossip
New watches, huge profit's
All my bruddas got joints so you
Never know who's got it
Blown stacks on Sloane Street
Rappers know me
Trappers owe me, baby I'm a flashy OG
Married to the streets, holy matrimony
How you lining up your friend? I
Thought you had your homie
Creed keep me smelling fresh
Ran through a mountain, Everest
They ain't only clapping for the NHS
Getting touched, twenty Z's, on it since 2010
Old school
Turned twenty before I turned twenty then
Roll through any ends, this nina got many men
Done had many Benz, rose gold President
Used to be a money man
Tell me where your readies went
Used to be a boss
Now you're washed and irrelevant
Young G's pushing these packs
Looking for rats dinner's in the kitchen
All that's cooking is crack
My woolly is black, the bully's a strap
I need a house fully detached
You don't hear me though
I was young in the hood with my ten toes G
Now I'm on the top floor in the pent lonely
Getting new money but I still spend old P
Been grinding, been shining like MOD
Darg with two boshes
I'd rather be on the ends darg with two boxes
Pak-Man and Daff on the track
Man that's two bosses
Troublemaker but never been a silly hater
I'm buying out everybody
who can really cater?
I can take your order
I'm some different type of waiter
I told my baby "There's money to make
I need to phone you later"
I've got links overseas
I'm topping up my data
It all started from the ground
Just like a potato yeah it's cool
You can spit with that Daff flow
That crack flow
But just know that Daff the originator
Give mummy half and put food
Up in that refrigerator
Investigation, I ain't helping
Out an investigator
You're a pagan, pagan, pagan, you're a pagan
Roadman helping out a fed
Then you're a traitor
Money maker, born to be a Richie Porter
You've never seen me sponging off
A rich man's daughter peter Parker
Peter Parker without the glasses
Peter Parker the way I'm
Getting rid of goblins
Ten minimum when I get that stardawg in
Now this a likkle re-up
Fifty bags to get this P up
And if he ever knew dargy how I got this P up
He'd be screaming "Mamma mia"
Screaming "Mamma mia"
Tia, Pia, Leah, Gia, Nia
I tell all of them I've got this money idea
I need to refurbish your yard just like IKEA
And you can upgrade your whip
Baby from the Kia
Out of five of them two be on it
The middle man always drinking
Like an alcoholic
I'm just waiting for the plug
Cah I've got the socket
Pak-Man and Daff on the track
That's two bosses
Pak and Daff, that's two bosses
Two drop whips, two Glock sticks
Baby I don't do gossip
New watches, huge profit's
All my bruddas got joints so you
Never know who's got it
Blown stacks on Sloane Street
Rappers know me
Trappers owe me, baby I'm a flashy OG
Married to the streets, holy matrimony
How you lining up your friend? I
Thought you had your homie
Creed keep me smelling fresh
Ran through a mountain, Everest
They ain't only clapping for the NHS
Getting touched, twenty Z's, on it since 2010
Old school
Turned twenty before I turned twenty then
Roll through any ends, this nina got many men
Done had many Benz, rose gold President
Used to be a money man
Tell me where your readies went
Used to be a boss
Now you're washed and irrelevant
Young G's pushing these packs
Looking for rats dinner's in the kitchen
All that's cooking is crack
My woolly is black, the bully's a strap
I need a house fully detached
You don't hear me though
I was young in the hood with my ten toes G
Now I'm on the top floor in the pent lonely
Getting new money but I still spend old P
Been grinding, been shining like MOD