lirik lagu paidprogramming – side a
you’re like shaq at the free throw i’m like bond with the pea coat
you can try to match me but you’ll never be me though
put on the sh-ttiest shows stand on your tippity toes to get on my level
i dig your grave with a “shevel”, i mean shovel
when we’re done i’ll have the bl–dy knuckles
i pieced this sh-t like a puzzle u piece your sh-t in a bubble
you’re misinformed wear a uniform cover you with chloroform
outta your form outta your prime
me and chef just made wasabi in the lobby only 24 hours and it left a sour taste in your mouth
come try it out i’ll show you what ppg about
how are u gonna diss i can’t miss you’re worth p-ss
i’m bout the business and fitness i’m w the sh-ts ya girl get to kissin this
ppg is the cleanest the meanest i coulda foreseen this
sh-t is insane i can’t explain just picked up the mic and busted
i’m the one ya girl trusted your rhymes are what i just dusted
i’m having fun though in the studio
“how does he do that he’s like a pro”
i’m in my prime in the super-bowl
i don’t care about no quid pro quo
no politic’n the clock is tickin ya chicken
i kick in ya door beat ya to the floor and even more
shout out to ricky, for puttin me on quickly
made it so i could make beats lowkey for free, never be able to thank the homie enough
the ladies like the scruff i’m gonna erupt even if i’m in some handcuffs
i’ll still drop the hot stuff, till i’m 90
i don’t care if you like me i want a watch that’s shiny and a rolls royce to match
throw up a jumper that sh-t is cash bust like johnny cash she told me to come over in a flash
p-ss it to me next i needa kleenex for the snot
i think ya forgot how i rock on the m.i.c
it’s ppg i’ll beat you to your knees with extra fees
don’t beg and plead i got more energy than 20 fiends
suffocate you with sheets then take you to sheetz
i’m down on my knees imma bout to go super saiyan
get to prayin i feel like a rap god you rap fraud no need to applaud
you don’t get the reception that you were expected?
well i don’t either i breath ether then stick your face in a heater
you need more fire on your tracks i’m running out of rhymes, fack
i’m on a tightrope i can’t balance i wanna get on jimmy fallon with no talent
rhyme like alladin then jump in the crowd without bowing
make sure you check out my music if ya haven’t
stay tuned for payperview
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu andrés de león – viviré tu adiós
- lirik lagu talharim – rock triste
- lirik lagu pop smoke – invincible
- lirik lagu tiffany lee – jailbird
- lirik lagu manny charlton band – family
- lirik lagu loathe – a sad cartoon
- lirik lagu savoy (rock) – easy
- lirik lagu zachary hill – scheisse
- lirik lagu lndn drgs – la quinta
- lirik lagu ricardo abarca & brenda asnicar – huella y linaje