Lyrics PROLIFIC DEAMONS - Babyfather

PROLIFIC DEAMONS

Yeah, gunshot on this one, gunshot
Yeah, hold tight all my G’s making P’s legit, yeah?
I see you
Yeah top this man
Even if you’re in your office
Like, top it, you get me?
Make sure your boss knows, innit?
That obviously you came up, but used to be from the fuckin' roads
Used to be from the fuckin' streets
So let 'em know that you’re in a
tie, and a suit and shoes and that, yeah?
Little shiny shoes but you’re from the fucking roads
Make man know that your thing, innit
Ay, secretly ask your boss what it costs to employ a real G, innit
'Cause I ain’t even making no P’s from the music ting yet
That’s how you need to feel right now, yeah?
If you can feel it, send me a signal, yeah?
Hey, who’s that?
—fuck that man
Yeah, the studio’s mad smoky
Mad smoke in the studio
I think I said that right, still, but
Obviously if it bounce back then you know it’s not the right one innit
Yeah, next one’s a exclusive
Yeah man, too much of a war ting going on right now, innit
Obviously you gotta, like,
deal with man on-sight when you see 'em, innit
But I understand like man’s tryna make P’s
You’re tryna put on a little night, little party
Little suges and that
And then man are coming in with bottles and that
Bashing chairs about
You’re gonna fuck up the ting, you get me?
Just, like, wait 'til you get outside, yeah?
Like, even furthermore, like, link man on another thing, innit
Like, this is a party
Man’s tryna make P’s, yeah?
Tryna get a little dance, a little wild with a girl and that
And you’re all fighting, throwing chairs and that
It’s not really the one, you get me
So obviously just cool it, you get me
That’s cool, na?
Seen?