Pak-Man - 48 Bars, Pt. 3 lyrics
[Pak-Man - 48 Bars, Pt. 3 lyrics]
I be rolling with some legends, legends
Fuck rap I'm a legend, legend
I've been rolling with some legends, legends
Fuck rap I'm a legend
I said no one from the Hill
Never done it like this
Last night I had a dream I
Had a hundred white bricks
No one from the Hill never done it like this
I've been moving like Boogie
Blowing money like Mitch don't try me
I'm from the city where
Thе skinny hittas ride
I see diamonds glistening and bright
Lizzy on your head back
Killеrs wishing for your life
Fuck your dead crack
I can go and whip a brick of light
I've been getting that Christina
Stretching that Tulisa, she gets me LV'd up
Every city needs her, whizzing in a Beema
Britany in the freezer, sit it on Tanita's
I'm tryna see a mill off this kitchen counter
I need enough bricks that I
Can build a house up
I need it fresh off the boat
Bet your favourite rapper's never seen
A box of blow red nose tip, chocolate coke
Little hittas round me that'll lock and load
Grind late, five-eight for four four's of yay
Might take the next racks, just a call away
Really getting it
Seven fifth just to spoil H
You can't talk to me, stop talking, wait
Cause you can't talk to me
Unless you're talking weight
I've got enough grub to shut down your estate
We're getting money over here
I'm gon' ball out
We're throwing money in the air
And watch it fall down
Real hustlers get back up
After they fall down money fell short
It's back tall from a small town
I can go any strip and put coke on it
If them boys ever grab me
Then it's no comment wake up in the morning
Fresh cream with my coffee
I don't wanna pay more than
Seventeen for my Bobby
Stretching yay, everyday I count profit
Bands make her dance, she wan' bounce on it
Bad B's on me in every city
She paid five bags just so
She could get some titties
Tell my chicks "I ain't a rapper
This is all for real"
I hopped out the sherbet looking
Like a quarter mill
No big muscles, big heart and balls of steel
WAG's wan' know me cah I ball for real
Tell these little fishes "I've been on"
I send my hittas on a
Mission in the ding dong
Get corn on site then you're gone
I want a mizzy and a fizzy and a four long
I'm getting busy in the city
Getting raw gone lizzy and the kitty off the
Britany that I walk on
Should I say step on? Onto the next one
Out here really getting money
Like them West dons all my bruddas slap corn
And they've cracked jaws
Mad raw had me blowing in a black Porsche
Trap hard, ringing for a pack more
I birthed trap stars, I'm a trap lord
Fuck rap I'm a legend, legend
I've been rolling with some legends, legends
Fuck rap I'm a legend
I said no one from the Hill
Never done it like this
Last night I had a dream I
Had a hundred white bricks
No one from the Hill never done it like this
I've been moving like Boogie
Blowing money like Mitch don't try me
I'm from the city where
Thе skinny hittas ride
I see diamonds glistening and bright
Lizzy on your head back
Killеrs wishing for your life
Fuck your dead crack
I can go and whip a brick of light
I've been getting that Christina
Stretching that Tulisa, she gets me LV'd up
Every city needs her, whizzing in a Beema
Britany in the freezer, sit it on Tanita's
I'm tryna see a mill off this kitchen counter
I need enough bricks that I
Can build a house up
I need it fresh off the boat
Bet your favourite rapper's never seen
A box of blow red nose tip, chocolate coke
Little hittas round me that'll lock and load
Grind late, five-eight for four four's of yay
Might take the next racks, just a call away
Really getting it
Seven fifth just to spoil H
You can't talk to me, stop talking, wait
Cause you can't talk to me
Unless you're talking weight
I've got enough grub to shut down your estate
We're getting money over here
I'm gon' ball out
We're throwing money in the air
And watch it fall down
Real hustlers get back up
After they fall down money fell short
It's back tall from a small town
I can go any strip and put coke on it
If them boys ever grab me
Then it's no comment wake up in the morning
Fresh cream with my coffee
I don't wanna pay more than
Seventeen for my Bobby
Stretching yay, everyday I count profit
Bands make her dance, she wan' bounce on it
Bad B's on me in every city
She paid five bags just so
She could get some titties
Tell my chicks "I ain't a rapper
This is all for real"
I hopped out the sherbet looking
Like a quarter mill
No big muscles, big heart and balls of steel
WAG's wan' know me cah I ball for real
Tell these little fishes "I've been on"
I send my hittas on a
Mission in the ding dong
Get corn on site then you're gone
I want a mizzy and a fizzy and a four long
I'm getting busy in the city
Getting raw gone lizzy and the kitty off the
Britany that I walk on
Should I say step on? Onto the next one
Out here really getting money
Like them West dons all my bruddas slap corn
And they've cracked jaws
Mad raw had me blowing in a black Porsche
Trap hard, ringing for a pack more
I birthed trap stars, I'm a trap lord