Correction Lyrics Afridi & Akram by Frenzo Harami

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Yeah I'm feeling like Max B
I've got a couple slores on the backseat
And we get?that?money tax-free
When we?drive through like Mac D's
Wait outside?till the pack leaves
We smoke big buds, we don't pack leaves
I beg a pu**y try @ me
We run up more spots than acne
Tie a man up for the crack P's
I know man in Hackney that'll hack knees
I've got man in Tottenham that'll shot them
Any drug anywhere fam we've got them
We even sell blow up in Scotland
And I've got some hoes up in Docklands
Large fries, Big Mac, no quarter pounder
I sell crack and pimp w****s, I'm an all-rounder

Saari raat, saari raat
We be trapping all night b*t*h, saari raat
I'm waiting on the strip until another pack comes
And I ain't going sleep until the whole pack's done
We get it gone as soon as the pack lands
We don't play games, all we do is stack grands
And we've got the corn so we can slap man
Me and Shak, that's Afridi and Akram
I've got bricks broke down like whips on a hard shoulder
I might rent a crib just to park yola
350 jibs, bicarb soda
Ever seen a crack brick? That's a large boulder
My new flow's cold but my heart's colder
Still on the M-Road in this fast motor
My plug pa**ed go and I'm pa**ing over
See a man about a dog out in Barcelona
Free my bruddas in the cell caged
Have you ever took a risk cause you've felt raged?
You've never felt the kick from the twelve gauge
I never owe them sh*t cause I'm self-made
I don't care what the pricks in the world say
Tryna be a legend like Nipsey and LA
I just care what the digital scales weigh
Still breaking down bars like a jailbreak

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