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