Lyrics Gimme 2 Minutes - P Money

Gimme 2 Minutes

Said he was badman, said he was a G
Said he was a badman, said he was a G
Said he knew Blacks and he said he knew P
But I didn’t know him, neither did he
Going round telling man he’s an OG
Didn’t know Jendor, didn’t know Dee
Didn’t Stormer, didn’t know Desper
Didn’t know Ruger or N. E
I was like, I was like P
Let me say that again, motherfucker I’m P
They wanna clash me
Man showed me the tweet, I said let’s talk P
Jammer let’s talk P
But when it turns into beef they’ll be like no P
Wait let’s talk P, about they wanna smoke me!!?
He was like he was like why do you spit like that?
I said H, why is your whip like that?
How come you left and quit like that?
Why’s your steering stiff like that?
How come your jeans got stitched like that?
Fam you look like a chick like that
I saw that murder blues documentary, I thought
How can my man snitch like that?
I said how can my man snitch like that?
Blatently work with the pigs like that
Can’t be seen in the bits like that
Where I’m from, you’ll get pitched like that
Don’t talk back when the tool claps, blood
Full back you’ll end up on the drip like that
Why’s he on German Whip like that?
And all now he ain’t got no whip like that
Live on stage, you know who’s in charge
Tell a man lyrics for lyrics, I’m calm
Live on stage, you know who’s in charge
Tell a man lyrics for lyrics, I’m calm
None of these man don’t want no arms
These cereal killers ain’t no lucky charms
Tell a man lyrics for lyrics, I’m.
I said tell a man lyrics for lyrics, I’m.
I’m calm
Don’t get it twisted my bredrins aren’t
They’ll go to your mums or to your aunts
P don’t you think that’s deep?
Like rah
I was like that’s not deep, that’s arms
He was like watch I’m going to the gym
I was like watch I’m going to my car
Only one of us came back with arms
Only one of us went home with arms
Kill a man dead
Disrespect any of the fam that’s arms
He say she say, nah that’s dead
Man talk shit in your face, that’s arms
All of that badman talk, that’s dead
But if he crosses the line, that’s arms
Don’t hit a chick face, that’s dead
But if her man tries it, blood that’s arms
I’m out in the field shut your mouth you’re a desk man
Ain’t on the line up, you ain’t no guest fam
I was in the race I cut out and left man
You was in beef you cut out and left man
Man said P’s only bad on the keyboard
OK, but your girl’s still gonna press man
Who said that, Big H?
yes fam
Tell a man shut up tell him he’s a yes man
Slewed man had everybody like yes fam
Bucked up with Stormzy wagwarn yes fam
Mandem was like rah he’s from ends fam
I was like naa he was like yes fam
We share the culture dun know the dun know
Blood, you get me, Mad, yes fam
Who’s that in the fur coat that Des fam
Who’s that with the Mario chain?
Sketch fam
Come on den act like you want it with dem man
Roll up to your ends like wheres dem man
Caught up to man like wagwarn yes fam
He was like that’s not me, that’s
Go and buy «That's Not Me» by Skept, fam
Boy Better Know, OGz, Newham Generals
Roll Deep, it’s a grime team with dem man