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little 4n - contraband lyrics

[chorus]
p+p+p+postman pat, postman pat, postman pat and his black and white cat
early in the morning, just as day is dawning
he picks up all the post bags in his van
all the birds are singing, and the day is just beginning
pat feels he’s a really happy man

[verse]
day and night
yeah, you know that i got that pack on me
searchin’ for the pay, i pay my dues like i’m in napoli
conjugate your lies and spread the word, i bet your pack agrees
in and out, sippin’ stout, ain’t no category
4n makin’ bags, so paper comin’ out the factory
yeah, he throwin’ hands, but it don’t matter, what the matter be?
creepin’ on your block, with a glock and a battery
if you want the smoke, show your face then come back to me

[chorus]
everybody knows
his bright red van
all his friends will smile, as he waves to greet them
maybe, you can never be sure there’ll be a knock (knock, knock)
ring (ring, ring)
letters through your door
postman pat, postman pat, postman pat and his black and white cat
[verse 2]
a.s.a.p, yes, i need the feta if the
weather ain’t cooperating go get your umbrella baby
knee+deep creepin’ with the sight on the beretta
4n in the trenches of the night in faux leather
am to the pm make a rack for more cheddar, know the
white chalk ’round the body bag ain’t no tether
i’ve been at the scene and i ain’t ever feelin’ better
4n leave the body bag with a signed letter

[chorus]
pat feels he’s a really happy man
pat feels he’s
a really happy
man

- little 4n lyrics

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