Correction Lyrics MA$H WORK by Frenzo Harami

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Come to the park fam I'll show you how this mash works
Then we'll split the?tree?in half when?the MAC bursts
Come to the brothel?and I'll show you how this gash works
My bruddas mash work, we get the cash first
When I first met her she was a fat jezzy
And she has a flat belly and she stacks ready
One brudda left and he's back already
Yeah she's got them coming back like Makaveli
And we get down no question
Dead some new beef with an old Wesson
My younger's in the crib watching old Westerns
I just strap him up and tell him go get em
They call me for the drugs cause we've got them
My grub's from Ching, my guns are from Tottenham
Any man anywhere fam we shot them
Any drug anywhere fam we've got them

N***as don't like me and how I do tings
But don't try approaching on some Ryu ting
This ain't Tekken 4, we ain't street fighting
He may act bookey and I might shoot him
I've got love for the shots but fell out with the force
Put tenners in my pockets, made stacks with the scores
Don't tell me that you love me just tell me if it's raw
Then me and my G's will get round and score
We get around with them straps on auto
Just got a new batch of fizzle and some auto's
Time don't stop and real n***as don't flop
Pour out some rum for my n***as in a box
You've been looking at some squares and I've got money on my mind
So now you're looking like a snack and now she's suttin on the side
I've got my everyday strap and a couple on the side
I gave five for the sprayer and a couple for the nines
I get love up in Manchester, Liverpool, Birmingham and Leicester
I gave Tony a crack tester then I gave a .22 to my wap tester
Young G might pull up on a black Vespa
Me and him go back like an ancestor
Don't chat, I've got a bad temper
Get slapped if you make the wrong hand gesture
Throwing up my hands, I'm a gang member
Ticking out food, I'm a gram lender
One mix, I had to throw away the damn blender
Got my plug up in Dam, he's a pack sender
And I'm the pack receiver
You can call me General, I'm the Paki Caesar
In the Beamer with the cocaina
If I see the blue lights that's a mazzaleena

B*t*h pipe down before you get your pipe bust
I never put the pipe down when I pick the mic up
When there's beef I'm rolling with the barbecue
I'm ready to eat like a nitty for half a Q
My b*t*h bites and she's only got half a tooth
In Germany they call her the Luger
About to hit a whack MC and his producer
I was born in Karachi right next to a bazooka
So you thought this Paki weren't packing?
Every time you tried to take me out she took me back in
F**k your plug, shout out to Frenzo The Farmer
About to f**k you up, we've got [?]
About to f**k it up and get a little f**king darker
Mess up the peso
Made his mates and witnesses forget what they saw
This is not your average paper like A4
Paki can't rap is really what they pay for

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