Song Info: How Can I Say This In A Friendly Way Song name is Pump 101 which is sung by Digga D ft. Still Brickin & lyrics written by Still Brickin & Digga D.
How Can I Say This In A Friendly Way Song Lyrics
[Intro]
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
[Verse 1: Digga D]
Yo, it’s easier to f^^k 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 diamond say I’m pyrex living (Bling)
How can I say this in a friendly way?
Before we f^^k, bae, I beg you sign this NDA (Come on)
Take you shopping, 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 sh^t
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 don’t nyam Five Guys
Grand power will fill it up with some nine-nine
[Chorus: Digga D]
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 J1, 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 teaming cah we smoked their gang
I’ll load up the pump
[Verse 2: StillBrickin]
Peski told me, “Wake up to reality”
Can’t lie, I was sittin’ there mad at ’em (Man was vexed)
Just imagine me, .44s got these pussios panickin’
Makin’ yutes bank food, now they’re traffickin’ (Bank that)
I know it’s embarrassing tryna get sh^t across the border
Hella yutes all takin’ mans orders (That’s a fact)
Look, I wear a clock and that, life’s gettin’ shorter
I could wig a man in front of his daughter (Bap, bap)
I know you’re probably surprised, real sh^t, I ain’t tellin’ no lies
Real killers that I got on me side (Some spillers)
JP never let sh^t slide
So twenty years he gotta do inside (Free him up)
All down to ride, Little cheffed **** up 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
[Chorus: Digga D]
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 J1, 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 teaming cah we smoked their gang
I’ll load up the pump