Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song PPLPERSON , by - Jon Phonics. Song from the album Letters to Home, in the genre Танцевальная музыкаRelease date: 09.06.2016
Record label: First Word
Song language: English
PPLPERSON |
| Fuck a bitch, wipe me dick off with a cloth then preach a sermon |
| I’m a people person until we meet in person |
| See me lurking like whats happenin'? |
| A failure until I’m tappin' a Kardashian on the fappening |
| Staggerin', for the last of me cash panickin' |
| In a fixed price corporate world hagglin' |
| Greet the pope with a secret handshake |
| In a freemason apron with a black cape, late |
| Damn straight I’m wonky |
| If you want me, talk to the hand like Conky |
| Pretty fly for a honky |
| Le Coq Sportif joggies and Rockport |
| Come and mingle with the wrong sort |
| I’m cool like G Rap and Keith |
| I’ll crack a smile when I’ve got a mouth full of platinum teeth |
| Untill then we’re some motherfuckers like milkmen |
| Treat the battlefield like a chill den |
| Discussing women and wealth |
| Fuck everybody else, I dedicate this to myself |
| I’m the one, I use me superpowers with me glasses on |
| I’d be patriotic if I knew what planet I was from |
| Calm like an atom bomb |
| That Blah cold saggin' click times sweg equals I’m the shit |
| What you know about the 616? |
| I won’t lie, I climbed out the lake of fire, bone dry |
| I’m gettin' so high I live like I won’t die |
| Sweg x 2 |
| This shit’s rare like a good bobby |
| You’ll never catch me riding dirty if I stay still with drugs on me |
| But I’m stumblin' round like a drunk zombie, ungodly |
| All this belligerence could become costly |
| But I don’t give a fuck oddly enough |
| Looking like a God in my scruff |
| The kid’s a bit slow |
| It’s what’s on the inside that counts but I can’t do mental arithmetic though |
| So, did you say something of important Trevor? |
| Course you never, gawking while you’re talkin' clever |
| 616 DVL GNG maniacs |
| Slappin' Satans back like it’s okay mate relax |
| Dumb, playin' catch with a hand grenade |
| So effin' kewl like Brandon Wade |
| Cold saggin laid back like a Valli' |
| Hatari don’t dilly dally with the umbwa cali |
| You’re fucking with the wrong Lee g |
| I’m only drinkin' if the Dom P’s free |
| Outside the box on some Tron 3D |
| Trippy like an Astral Black long sleeve T |
| Pour the last cup and toast to me bad luck |
| I’d be a stand up guy if I could stand up |
| Why oh why? |
| That Blah cold saggin' click |
| Times sweg equals I’m the shit |
| What you know about the 616? |
| I won’t lie, I climbed out the lake of fire, bone dry |
| I’m gettin' so high I live like I won’t die |
| Sweg x 2 |