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letra de bakery - frenzo harami

[intro – frenzo]
“what did i tell you? you’ll figure out life will you?
what do i do for a living? i get guys for your sister, okay!”
harami

[verse 1 – frenzo]
i’m in the taxi, with my akhi
we got a chaabi, on the backseat
cut through leyton, straight down to hackney
f-ck about a paigon, we’re getting money tax-free
feds tried to catch me, slipping on the backstreets
sh-t that was a close shave like mach3
tell my bro, mix the magic exactly
’cause if we wash two, then we’re bringing back three
i’m in the penthouse, with some piff totty
if it’s not gelato then it’s biscotti
if it’s not lemon tree then it’s wedding cake
yeah it’s getting late, but we’re still getting paid
i’m with the uckers, smoking on gushers
got my new ting squirting, you know she’s a gushers!
got on my own grind ’cause they never buss us
bill up my own line cah they never trust us
now we’re moving through the white like a snow plough
we get the money in and you p-ss-es know how
call the bakery, i need to get a brick in
this ain’t kfc, we ain’t running out of chicken
we hitting out a dozen, we get it in abundance
but i ain’t trying to spend half my life in jahanam
oh well, i ain’t trying to go h-ll, but when i was fifteen i was h-tting out c-ke sales
you were watching art attack, we had the harder crack
couple nitties od’d, a couple had a heart attack
but that’s just the life that we’re living
more time we end up inside of a prison
a girl told me i’m her one and only
i said for the c-ke i’ll leave you lonely
stay humble is what my mother told me
but we’re still out here screaming: [?]
chaabian boyz!

[verse 2 – shaker the baker ]
you don’t know this life
you don’t know why i sold this white
you don’t know why i hold this knife
all you know is the stones in my ring come looking like frozen ice
out on the road on the coldest nights
friends went ghost like poltergeist
made new ones, we were rolling tight
but they all disappeared, it’s a lonely life!
some end up in graves, most end up inside
now they’re stuck in a cage, like it’s seven-a-side
it should get better with age, but i’m stuck in my ways
so i’m puffing away, while i’m juggling yay
and i’m way down, all the way down while street bagging
every night staying awake, my sleep damaged
plug taking the p-ss, it’s best to be savage
it’s easy to see when it’s pressed and repackaged
i’m a wavy don, i just waved a one
i can make them gone, it won’t take me long
f-ck a paigon, always hating but they play my song
i just smoke gorilla glue and i’m staying strong
it was chicken and chips, nice filet mignon
it was plain tees on, now it’s saint laurent
whole summertime, i was throwing snowb-lls
line went dead so i started doing c-ke calls

- frenzo harami

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