YG (interlude) Songtext
von Lil Dicky
YG (interlude) Songtext
I thought this dude was a rapper, man
Yo, Peter Parker′s scared to rap
Ay, D, fuck it, man
Ay, let's make a beat from scratch
Fuck this nigga
Wait
Allow me to tell y′all what I'm 'bout
Like a dinner you got reservations
But I′m ′bout to eat up all the doubt
Hey, come on, I'm a flower let me sprout
Looking like I′m straight out of Comic-Con, scrawny don
Hungry Ramadan, my mama wrong
She don't think I got a job, but I′ma make great cheese like Parmesan
I'm hardly on
But the rent paid ′cause you know that pussy flow good, I menstruate
If we got off on the wrong foot like Bengay
It's because I'm higher than a bitch, men′s pay
Rappers thinkin′ that they hot
Blow your nose motherfuckers, it's not
I ain′t never fought a man in my life
I have only slept with four different girls
Still, you can get it though, get every crevice, though
Come on some chicken, like fresh mozzarella
Hella good ebonics, I think like a comic
My females got bombs on they body like they were Jihadists
And my libido is scary like Magic Johnson near mosquitos, hm
I'm tactical, I′m back and forth
From acting dull to rapping for you
Attracting lore in the faction form, when the track's recorded
It′s about to put me on the racks like a fashion store
I just want a girl let me hit it on a work day
I don't think my dick has grown at all since the first grade
I'ma get the cake with my gifts like a birthday
Separate it with my lines like two lanes
I don′t want a Grammy, bro, I got two and they′re fairly old
Stay with more bars than a graph, I'm on top of the class
Hop in the bath with a bad little lady with ass
I′m making her laugh, the neck like a baby giraffe
Shaking it fast, making it last, haters are mad, saying I'm bad
It′s like an eighth grader training a class
It's crazy and blasphemous
I′m 'bout to break 'em in half, I′m making my path
I′m waiting on my break like a cast
Somebody get a boy a gig, he got drive and flash
Like a flashdrive
Yo, Peter Parker′s scared to rap
Ay, D, fuck it, man
Ay, let's make a beat from scratch
Fuck this nigga
Wait
Allow me to tell y′all what I'm 'bout
Like a dinner you got reservations
But I′m ′bout to eat up all the doubt
Hey, come on, I'm a flower let me sprout
Looking like I′m straight out of Comic-Con, scrawny don
Hungry Ramadan, my mama wrong
She don't think I got a job, but I′ma make great cheese like Parmesan
I'm hardly on
But the rent paid ′cause you know that pussy flow good, I menstruate
If we got off on the wrong foot like Bengay
It's because I'm higher than a bitch, men′s pay
Rappers thinkin′ that they hot
Blow your nose motherfuckers, it's not
I ain′t never fought a man in my life
I have only slept with four different girls
Still, you can get it though, get every crevice, though
Come on some chicken, like fresh mozzarella
Hella good ebonics, I think like a comic
My females got bombs on they body like they were Jihadists
And my libido is scary like Magic Johnson near mosquitos, hm
I'm tactical, I′m back and forth
From acting dull to rapping for you
Attracting lore in the faction form, when the track's recorded
It′s about to put me on the racks like a fashion store
I just want a girl let me hit it on a work day
I don't think my dick has grown at all since the first grade
I'ma get the cake with my gifts like a birthday
Separate it with my lines like two lanes
I don′t want a Grammy, bro, I got two and they′re fairly old
Stay with more bars than a graph, I'm on top of the class
Hop in the bath with a bad little lady with ass
I′m making her laugh, the neck like a baby giraffe
Shaking it fast, making it last, haters are mad, saying I'm bad
It′s like an eighth grader training a class
It's crazy and blasphemous
I′m 'bout to break 'em in half, I′m making my path
I′m waiting on my break like a cast
Somebody get a boy a gig, he got drive and flash
Like a flashdrive
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