Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pan-Fried, artist - Kano. Album song Hoodies All Summer, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Parlophone
Song language: English
Pan-Fried |
| Situation |
| You don’t really wan' test my patience |
| Them can’t penny with me, henny with me, likkle any pickney |
| Yeah |
| The money be my motivation |
| Them can’t steady with we, ready with ease cah we raised in the east |
| Situation |
| You don’t really wan' test my patience |
| Them can’t penny with me, henny with me, likkle any pickney |
| Yeah |
| The money be my motivation |
| Them can’t steady with we, ready with ease cah we raised in the east |
| Champagne haffi pop |
| On Mondays in case Friday flops |
| We celebrate life non-stop |
| Cah we made it off the block |
| And Bizzle got the Rolls Royce drop |
| G family vacay-ing like a boss |
| Tell a hater we made it |
| Never that, the saying complacent |
| This is that grinding through the grave shift |
| Now we’re on stages |
| Reminiscing, times like then were so priceless |
| I was in the ends when Kenny from Network was buying out Benz |
| So now it’s high end when Iyani spend |
| Climatised yes |
| No shine on my neck |
| But the stripes on my creps so drug dealer-esque |
| You can smell the East on me |
| Like pink Ralphs and Versace blue jeans on me |
| I told my cuzzy «don't worry, I got P’s on me» |
| We fuck club up, then flee the scene |
| Drive two Mercs off the floor, me and Bashy in the dealership |
| All black, all facts, man didn’t even leak the shit |
| Big man ting, it’s a big man ting |
| If you grip my tings, it’s a hitman ting |
| I don’t leave my crib if there ain’t chicks and ting |
| And man don’t even touch road if it ain’t wristband ting |
| Yeah |
| Chin chin! |
| With cheers, eye to eye |
| The class of Deja’s doing fine |
| Situation |
| You don’t really wan' test my patience |
| Them can’t penny with me, henny with me, likkle any pickney |
| Yeah |
| The money be my motivation |
| Them can’t steady with we, ready with ease cah we raised in the east |
| Yayyy |
| Round here’s so crazy |
| See shadows move shady |
| Been through the dark to the daylight |
| Always spending, never stunting though |
| The stunting shit will stunt your growth |
| The whole hood got love for me |
| For never frontin', no fakin', no fuckeries |
| Hail up my brothers, but they need a compass |
| We’re tryna navigate out of this concrete jungle |
| If I don’t see you at the other side? |
| Same 831 number bro, you still can dial |
| Still higher power fearing though |
| No religion, just the realist soul |
| When I step out in my Stans |
| Beg you 'low it big man, bad energies fi cross the road |
| Move bitch, don’t be ludicrous |
| S-class, I’m so used to this |
| Chest nah rock a Cuban link |
| Puff cigars with Rich, he got the Cuban link |
| Fly to Bilbao for lunch |
| Back by the evening, that’s what grafters do when we’re up |
| Lowkey coz I’m in the cut |
| But talk tough then your Mudda haffi suck rudeboy |
| Don Peri out of paper cups |
| Can’t take the Manor out of us |
| We take the Mandem out with us |
| And… |
| (Akkin hell!) |
| Situation |
| You don’t really wan' test my patience |
| Them can’t penny with me, henny with me, likkle any pickney |
| Yeah |
| The money be my motivation |
| Them can’t steady with we, ready with ease cah we raised in the east |
| Yayyy |
| Round here’s so crazy |
| See shadows move shady |
| Been through the dark to the daylight |
| Ya-ya |
| Yo |