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点击复制Song: P.Y.P.
Artist: Rob GF, Gabagool Gang
Produced by Book & Bronze
(Intro)
Uh Huh
Haaaa
Skadadadada
Uh Huh
(Chorus)
I’m getting bread, cheese and pastrami, facts
I didn’t like it so I sent that shxt back
I know my mama out there praying for me, yeah
But I’m the one that got these bits on me
(Verse 1)
Big dog shxt, got my paws all dirty
Looking for a plate, that’s why the dogs up early
With a white bit, eat her like a Mcflurry
I ain’t got time to chill, I’m In a hurry
Peep this game, I got it from my daddy, hoe
Smoking **, reciting raps out on the patio
My pop said “you ain’t putting in work, then you gotta go”
5 minutes later came back, look I got some doe
And my bit a hustler, I ain’t fxcking with a hoe
I ain’t come for a half, I just want a fxcking whole
Looking at your defence and it got a fxcking hole
This a free kick, Nah... that’s a fxcking goal
I was up early ready to get this shxt, vamanos
I’m very punctual, I don’t like to cut it close
I be at your front door, these bits seen it in a post
You know I like to boast and I do the most
(Pre-Hook)
Playing with these hoes after dark
Bad boy, young ‘n breaking hearts
If you really down let me know-oh
Pull her hair, choke a bit, I’m in charge
You just gotta learn to play your part
Before a big dog tear your ass apart
If it’s too much let me know-oh
Before a big dog tear your ass apart
(Hook)
Pxssy, money, lotsa **, lotsa G’s
Yeah, that’s just how it be
Ferragamo, on my ass, on my feet
They wasn’t cheap
I-95 in my blunt and it’s sweet
Y’all couldn’t smoke with me
Fxck the bit, she couldn’t walk for a week
Man, that’s just how it be
(Chorus)
I’m getting bread, cheese and pastrami, facts
I didn’t like it so I sent that shit back
I know my mama out there praying for me, yeah
But I’m the one that got these bits on me
(Verse 2)
Look how I be moving, go ‘head use me as an example
Bro got in my way, I ran him over, he got trampled
Hustle like Ronaldo, hoe, I had to break his ankles
I look up, I got angels, that’s why I’m getting bread from different angles
Uh, they no speaky my language
Broke a bit down, but she ain’t screaming in anguish
She ain’t screaming you gotta pay me, she ain’t screaming rob this your baby
‘93, look I ain’t from the 80’s, eat a hater food and that’s without the gravy
Man, fxck you pay me, the kids so crazy
Everything A1, My G-G-G-G-G, (just like the A-Team)
Old money for my family, that’s the grand scheme
I still got viper cookies, in the pantry
With this bit, at my crib, and she pantsed me
Even if they sprint, they couldn’t get passed me
(Pre-Hook)
Playing with these hoes after dark
Bad boy, young ‘n breaking hearts
If you really down let me know-oh
Pull her hair, choke a bit, I’m in charge
You just gotta learn to play your part
Before a big dog tear your ass apart
If it’s too much let me know-oh
Before a big dog tear your ass apart
(Hook)
Pxssy, money, lotsa **, lotsa G’s
Yeah, that’s just how it be
Ferragamo, on my ass, on my feet
They wasn’t cheap
I-95 in my blunt and it’s sweet
Y’all couldn’t smoke with me
Fxck the bit, she couldn’t walk for a week
Man, that’s just how it be
(Chorus)
I’m getting bread, cheese and pastrami, facts
I didn’t like it so I sent that shxt back
I know my mama out there praying for me, yeah
But I’m the one that got these bits on me
Ha!
I’m getting bread, cheese and pastrami, facts
I didn’t like it so I sent that shit back
I know my mama out there praying for me, yeah
But I’m the one that got these bits on me
Yeah!
(Outro)