Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pardon My Ego, artist - Logic. Album song Confessions of a Dangerous Mind, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
Pardon My Ego |
Skinny Nikki geeky, gettin' brain dead, uh |
I don’t give a fuck what the lames say, uh |
Old girl wanna give the boy head |
How 'bout a little bitty self-love instead? |
I can’t fuck a ho, I’d rather self-love instead |
Can’t save a ho, no S on my chest, or gun to my head (Ah) |
Get the bread (Ah), get the bread (Ah) |
Count this fucking money, boy, now get the bread, uh |
I ain’t just tryna get a nut off |
Bobby Boy be quick to leave a bad bitch cut off |
Like when you in the studio and the vocal get cut… |
Five hundred thousand for a one-off |
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh) |
It don’t matter where we at, it’s poppin' like a gun off (Uh) |
Bumping N.W.A. |
on the 101-uh (Uh, woo, uh, uh) |
Five hundred thousand for a one-off |
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh) |
It don’t matter where we at, it’s poppin' like a gun off (Uh) |
Bumping N.W.A. |
on the 101-uh (Uh) |
Like (Ah) |
Get the bread (Ah), get the bread (Ah) |
Count this fucking money, boy, now get the bread |
I’m feelin' like Kid Cudi |
A little crazy, but tell me, what genius ain’t a little nutty? |
Everybody be like that sometimes |
You can hear it in me in some rhymes |
I ain’t bipolar, Kanye make me wish I was |
'Cause that level of genius the meanest |
Nobody fuckin' around with that flow |
When I spit it, you know it’s the cleanest, uh |
All my haters can suck my penis |
Went from five hundred a show to sellin' out arenas |
From SOB’s in NYC |
To smokin' trees at the motherfuckin' Garden |
Pardon my ego, uh |
Maybe it’s the weed smoke |
Maybe it’s the beat though |
If I draw it in the sand |
Better not cross the line like a free throw, uh |
Five hundred thousand for a one-off |
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh) |
It don’t matter where we at, it’s poppin' like a gun off (Uh) |
Bumping N.W.A. |
on the 101-uh (Uh, woo, uh) |
Five hundred thousand for a one-off |
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh) |
It don’t matter where we at, it’s poppin' like a gun off (Uh) |
Bumping N.W.A. |
on the 101-uh (Uh) |
Like (Ah) |
Get the bread (Ah), get the bread (Ah) |
Count this fucking money, boy, now get the bread |