CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Pak-Man & G Bugz - Phone Calls
Big Pakachino
London to Bradford
Beats by NAZ6M
Big money, big jewels, power moves
Yo it's G Bugz
Bradford stand the f**k up
You are not ready for this one
You know we are out here baby
If there’s pigs on my strip I get a phone call
You want a brick of the sniff? I'll make a phone call
Fifty bag lick, I'll get a phone call
Who would’ve thought I'd get rich off of phone calls?
I swear I love it when my phone calls
Same time I be bugging when my phone calls
Cause NCA tried bugging up my phone calls
Still made something out of nothing from these phone calls
Lambeth's finest, I grew up in a mad hood
Bruddas get mad money, London to Bradford
In Yorkshire with rich Pakis, cats on the strip scatty
Look how my wrist flashy, ice keep a b*t*h happy
All my tings 10/10, think I need ten M's
All my watches mine, I don't borrow or rent them
Pull up in a fresh Benz, they think I've hit the jackpot
Stones in my bracelet bigger than crack rocks
Big Pakachino, couple girls know my first name
Had ten on Tuesday, all gone by Thursday
Last six years I've bought a watch every birthday
AK-47 cause an earthquake
Real D-boy, I made a hundred phones ring
No Z shots, hit me for a whole thing
Cash fast, stacks large, flash cars, fat yards
Real rap bars, all my trap stars go in
If there's pigs on my strip I get a phone call
You want a brick of the sniff? I’ll make a phone call
Fifty bag lick, I’ll get a phone call
Who would've thought I’d get rich off of phone calls?
I swear I love it when my phone calls
Same time I be bugging when my phone calls
Cause NCA tried bugging up my phone calls
Still made something out of nothing from these phone calls
In the can I had plans for when I touch road
Copped a .38, came with the long snub nose
Look me in my eye brother, look at where this slug goes
I'm married to the streets brother so I'm screaming "F**k hoes"
I ain't ever had a b*t*h to rely on
I’m there for the beat, f**k a shoulder to cry on
Now I've got hella man asking me what am I on
I tell them "Pussies can't play with a lion"
I'm a beast in the street, you can ask about me
Bark up the wrong tree, them man will get rowdy
And my food TT, no f**king Audi
Making the fiends shake like they come from Saudi
And you say you've got keys but it's only to your mum's house
Little bruddas think they're trap stars off of one ounce
When it comes to the beef, yeah you're run out
Cause when I land on your street it's a shut down
If there's pigs on my strip I get a phone call
You want a brick of the sniff? I'll make a phone call
Fifty bag lick, I'll get a phone call
Who would've thought I'd get rich off of phone calls?
I swear I love it when my phone calls
Same time I be bugging when my phone calls
Cause NCA tried bugging up my phone calls
Still made something out of nothing from these phone calls
London to Bradford
Beats by NAZ6M
Big money, big jewels, power moves
Yo it's G Bugz
Bradford stand the f**k up
You are not ready for this one
You know we are out here baby
If there’s pigs on my strip I get a phone call
You want a brick of the sniff? I'll make a phone call
Fifty bag lick, I'll get a phone call
Who would’ve thought I'd get rich off of phone calls?
I swear I love it when my phone calls
Same time I be bugging when my phone calls
Cause NCA tried bugging up my phone calls
Still made something out of nothing from these phone calls
Lambeth's finest, I grew up in a mad hood
Bruddas get mad money, London to Bradford
In Yorkshire with rich Pakis, cats on the strip scatty
Look how my wrist flashy, ice keep a b*t*h happy
All my tings 10/10, think I need ten M's
All my watches mine, I don't borrow or rent them
Pull up in a fresh Benz, they think I've hit the jackpot
Stones in my bracelet bigger than crack rocks
Big Pakachino, couple girls know my first name
Had ten on Tuesday, all gone by Thursday
Last six years I've bought a watch every birthday
AK-47 cause an earthquake
Real D-boy, I made a hundred phones ring
No Z shots, hit me for a whole thing
Cash fast, stacks large, flash cars, fat yards
Real rap bars, all my trap stars go in
If there's pigs on my strip I get a phone call
You want a brick of the sniff? I’ll make a phone call
Fifty bag lick, I’ll get a phone call
Who would've thought I’d get rich off of phone calls?
I swear I love it when my phone calls
Same time I be bugging when my phone calls
Cause NCA tried bugging up my phone calls
Still made something out of nothing from these phone calls
In the can I had plans for when I touch road
Copped a .38, came with the long snub nose
Look me in my eye brother, look at where this slug goes
I'm married to the streets brother so I'm screaming "F**k hoes"
I ain't ever had a b*t*h to rely on
I’m there for the beat, f**k a shoulder to cry on
Now I've got hella man asking me what am I on
I tell them "Pussies can't play with a lion"
I'm a beast in the street, you can ask about me
Bark up the wrong tree, them man will get rowdy
And my food TT, no f**king Audi
Making the fiends shake like they come from Saudi
And you say you've got keys but it's only to your mum's house
Little bruddas think they're trap stars off of one ounce
When it comes to the beef, yeah you're run out
Cause when I land on your street it's a shut down
If there's pigs on my strip I get a phone call
You want a brick of the sniff? I'll make a phone call
Fifty bag lick, I'll get a phone call
Who would've thought I'd get rich off of phone calls?
I swear I love it when my phone calls
Same time I be bugging when my phone calls
Cause NCA tried bugging up my phone calls
Still made something out of nothing from these phone calls
