Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song PNCINTLOFWGKTA, artist - Casey Veggies. Album song Customized Greatly Vol. 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.04.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: PNCINTL
Song language: English
PNCINTLOFWGKTA |
This shit is schizo, tell a chick to get low |
Yeah that was an insult, sorry for that info |
Young killa' that be ridin' round, swag me out, wipe me down |
Your bitch is just like a frog and she just be hoppin' around |
Whole squad be pipin' it down, that Peas and Carrots, That OF |
Gun fights with no vests, get merked off when I blow checks |
Ain’t talkin' grams but I’m on deck, they talkin' grams I’m focused |
This flow sick, you know this, she rolled it like a mosh pit |
Imagine that, I had to kick them braggin raps |
But right now my swag is a bad ho, magnet |
You hesitant and I’m adamant, can’t stop this, got the locksmith |
In the door, on the scene, cash rules and I’m making cream like |
Niggas see the chains and the bitches and the gold |
These niggas think it came with the fishes and a boat |
Well fuck the bullshit it’s time to let these niggas know |
Let these niggas know, let these niggas know |
Getting money now nigga trust that |
Fresh up out the plastic nigga fuck that |
Y’all niggas talking shit but y’all won’t bust back |
Nah! |
I’m high as my confidence, nigga sue me |
Niggas acting like they part of the action I’m in the movie |
Let’s get it crackin', young nigga with fashion, two piece Louis |
With a hand full of hoochies tryna to stuff em in the hoopty |
Yeah I’m bougie, but nigga fuck it do you and I do me |
Was frontin' like my new teeth and now they lookin like «Who he? |
«Oops this Domo Genesis, Wolf Gang syndicate |
Wolf Gang we in this bitch, thick like Brazilian bitches is |
Listen kid, this is the part where I’m swearing we win |
Money make the world go round I’m preparing to spin |
I swear I love LA but when it’s ready to end |
I’m in New York tossing dimes like I’m Jeremy Lin |
I’m a silent flexer oh, hybrid Lexus, low |
Operate measures, my hybrid’s better |
Sativa dominant, abolish kids with prominence |
Demolish and conquer shit, faggots wanna honor this |
I know you see the cars and the whips |
Broads and these bitches on my balls and my dick |
I’m here for the cash I ain’t calling in sick |
Next time I pick up the phone, I’m calling in rich |
One dollar, two dollar, three dollar, four |
One nozzle, two models, three bottles pour |
I wake up in the morning like I missed the night before |
I know I love my life for sure |
You know I fucked your wife, my whore |
I’m a fucking animal, that’s one hell of a species |
I move you niggas out the way with my telekinesis |
Jive pants tattered kicks, Sunday sabbath-less |
Lose-lose, 22 caps in that catchers mit |
And daddy’s absence was the reason why the swagger’s this |
Similar to abstinent ass and you ain’t tappin' shit |
Who rap rancid as rats acid with four and a |
Half rations of horse laxatives down the hatch again |
And dip fast as shit with all the cash cacklin' |
Stanzas are them axes that him have to cut the chatter with |
Hard as the wall of Clay Cassius that my back against |
Hulk smash brackets that the masses try to stash him in |
Half pans labyrinth, half black magic grip |
Black flack jacket tap dancin' in a passion pit |
Golf Wang cut and stitch surgical |
Lips slurpin' that lit purple, my bitch circular |
Not givin' shits like writers when it’s personal |
Disgustin' as dick burping when it’s vertical |
(Oh shit that’s the end huh |
Aww, un uh man, I like talking shit, I feel like P. Diddy!) |