Letra de Pump 101 - Digga D

(Feat. Still Brickin)

Why for Five Guys? Mi nuh nyam Five Guys

Hater, yeah, uh

Come on, uh

Pump 101 (Uh)

C-C-C-C-C-C-C-CGM

Yo, it's easier to fuck these women with four chains swingin'

Three rings blingin', two straps grippin' (Come on)

One shot out the Glock leave your head back spillin'

Emerald cut diamonds say I'm Pyrex livin' (Bling)

How can I say this in a friendly way?

Before we fuck, bae, I beg you sign this NDA (Come on)

Take you shoppin', what? Louis or the Fendi way?

Or we can stay in Park Lane, not in NPK (Uh)

She wanna snap in the Lamb', but I ain't movin' the whip

Just run downstairs for a Novikov quick (Come on)

Mayfair hotel, I know you're lovin' this shit

Make sure there's bare spit when you're suckin' this (Woo!)

As long as I'm livin' this high life

Still roll around in uptown with my knife

Burger King (What?), 'cause man not nyam Five Guys

Grand power, fill up with some .9 bine

I'll load up the pump

My guns are stocked up, got bronem Glocked up in a stolen Benz

I'll load up the pump

My opps are neeky and we can't get ****, so we soaked his friends

I'll load up the pump

My line stay ringin', my guys stay chingin', what's the problem, fam?

I'll load up the pump

Every opp left bleedin', so they started teamin' 'cah we smoked their gang

I'll load up the pump

Peski told me, "Wake up to reality"

Can't lie, I was sittin' there mad at 'em (Man was vexed)

Just imagine my .44s got these pussios panickin'

Makin' yutes bank food, now they're traffickin' (Bank that)

I know it's embarrassin' tryna get shit across the border

Hella yutes all takin' man's orders (That's a fact)

Look, I weren't clockin' that life's gettin' shorter

I could wig a man in front of his daughter (Bap, bap)

I know you're probably surprised, real shit, I ain't tellin' no lies

Real killers that I got on my side (Some spillers)

JP never let shit slide, so twenty years he gotta do inside (Free him up)

Always down to ride

Little cheffed **** and he died

Get him out the country, wallahi, I tried (Wallahi)

On these streets, man don't care about size

I caught a **** all because of me pride

I'll load up the pump

My guns are stocked up, got bronem Glocked up in a stolen Benz

I'll load up the pump

My opps are neeky and we can't get ****, so we soaked his friends

I'll load up the pump

My line stay ringin', my guys stay chingin', what's the problem, fam?

I'll load up the pump

Every opp left bleedin', so they started teamin' 'cah we smoked their gang

I'll load up the pump

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