Letra de Pakistan - D-Block Europe

(Feat. Clavish)

What's up, guys, today, I got Desert Eagle, .50 calibre and a TV

We're gonna blow it up at sixty-thousand frames per second

Know what I'm sayin'

Super slow motion

Load 'em up

It's gonna look amazing

Ski, yeah

She can't take me home (Yeah), her dad is from Iran (From Iran)

I got a brick of heroin from Pakistan (Yeah, yeah)

I ain't buy that bitch no bag, I bought my killers firearms (Firearms, ski, ski)

Burners from Russia, Louis V from Milan (Ski, ski, ski, skrrt)

Mm-mm (Mm), pussy like a work of art (Ski, ski, ski, skrrt)

Mm-mm (Mm), wetter than the Noah's Ark (Ski, ski, ski, skrrt)

Mm-mm (Yeah), I can fly you very far

Bentley truck on the main road, diamonds taste like a rainbow (Ski)

I'm in my own world right now (Yeah)

I'm in my hotel right now (Yeah)

I think all these hoes are junk, so I got no mail right now (No)

Yes, my lady make my dick hard, make it count in fifties

I just linked up with my gypsies and I'm really movin', Big Meech

Mm-mm, check out the score, check out the scoreboard

Mm-mm, she wanna fuck raw, but she got morals

Uh, uh, my niggas shoot it like a porno

Whip the crack, he got four phones

He can't keep that door closed (Yeah)

Emirates, I fly with niggas, feelin' generous (Mm)

Nicknames on the flight 'cause we're fuckin' regulars (Mm)

I'm sellin' white, yes, it's Ellen DeGeneres

Let's take a trip to Pakistan, we can benefit (Yeah, ski)

She can't take me home, her dad is from Iran (Ski, ski, ski)

I got a brick of Heroin from Pakistan (Ski, ski, ski)

I ain't buy that bitch no bag, I bought my killers firearms (Huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah)

Burners from Russia, Louis V from Milan

Mm-mm (Mm), pussy like a work of art (Brrt, mm)

Mm-mm, wetter than the Noah's Ark (Brrt)

Mm-mm, I can fly you very far (Ski, ski, far)

Bentley truck on the main road, diamonds taste like a rainbow (Ski, ski)

Yo, these hoes treat me like the president (Ski, ski, ski)

My Rollie a Presi' too

My spinner came with only six, tryna buy some extra shoes

They think I'm rappin' cappin'

On God, I still got the mashes packin'

She ain't seen no gun before, fifty racks in cash, don't look in the bag

Can't get my G-Lock, so we just grabbed the fours

Built my own line in my hood, like, who am I trappin' for?

Missionary my Taurus one, but doggy-style my Capricorn

Calls me a dog, I told her, "Save my number as Labrador"

And when Celine drop new season shit, I cop it fast

Her not givin' me a second chance? Not a chance

Fake friends, conspiracy cases, and petrol baths

My burner from Russia, my Louis V was born in France (Yeah)

She can't take me home, her dad is from Iran (From Iran)

I got a brick of Heroin from Pakistan (From Pakistan)

I ain't buy that bitch no bag, I bought my killers firearms (Ski, ski, woo)

Burners from Russia, Louis V from Milan (Ski, ski, woo)

Mm-mm (Woo), pussy like a work of art (Chee, chee, chee)

Mm-mm (Woo), wetter than the Noah's Ark (Chee, chee, chee)

Mm-mm (Woo), I can fly you very far (Chee, chee, chee)

Bentley truck on the main road, diamonds taste like a rainbow (Ski, ski, ski, ski, ski, brrt)

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