Lyrics Man Like Peri - P Money

Man Like Peri

Let me tell you why you’re a pussy
Cuh when my bruddas caught you slipping in Greenwich
And popped one in your eye without spinach
A man said you panicked and left kid bookey
Bare smack talk tryna press man buttons
But you duck as soon as things get a bit pushy
Your heart is mushy, can’t diss my crew
See my crew, and then think everything’s cushty (KO)
My Gs held the ghost in your face
You were scared of getting smacked all over the place
Try talk, we don’t wanna hear what you gotta say
That’s when you heard «splash!»
Ice and coke in your face
Couldn’t see the bang coming towards your head
This is where I start laughing, dead
They said you weren’t swinging back at least once
You were stepping over tables, falling over coleslaw and garlic bread
Where was that guy on them riddims?
You were ruining man’s quarter chicken
You made it worse than it was, hiding behind the counter
That’s why my G had to pick up the PERi-PERi bottle and hiss him
It’s like every year, you get buried
Man got scoped in Nandos and PERi’d
TC, Young Dot, Dot Rotten, Zeph Ellis
Your next name might as well be Perry
You ain’t even Millhouse, you’re Mills' son, AKA Millson
In fact, the way you stepped over everyone
You’re secretly Denilson
Lost count, how many times have I killed him?
When are you gonna diss me with the real ting?
Glock?
Stop lying, that weren’t a real ting
Man got excited for the return of your spirit
I was baffled like, wait, who the fuck killed him?
This guy is cheating life
If you’re so sick, then how come
Both of your aliases flopped and committed suicide
And what did you do when Ruger caught you
At Corey Johnson’s and banged you in the eye?
Nada, jack, third time you never swang back
You ain’t bad rudeboy, that’s a lie
Really at your neck boy, this ain’t a tie
About I never sent Little Dee money
What you gonna do when he tweets
«Dot Rotten is lying»?
Huh?
That one’s gonna be funny
Like say your likkle brudda never came to my yard
And collected the money, come better than that, sonny
I know I’m blick but if I was even there with Chip
He would recognise P Money
Gun to whose head?
Nah, not me sonny
These man will tell you what I’m like
Yardies pull out a strap
I said «blud, everyone stop running»
Had a nank, but they didn’t know I was bluffing
They licked one shot and they started dussing
Greaze accounts, my gang us lot started
Where are your stories?
You ain’t got nothing
Stop hearing rumours and getting excited
And check the facts before you start cussing
You lied on a angry ting
Let me tell you 'bout the anti ting
I grew up with man on both sides, so I never took sides
'Cause I don’t snake friends, that a standard ting
You’re mentioning names you don’t even know
To prove us another rumour ting you’re twisting
Me and Faker was actually cool bro
Two guys you mentioned weren’t there doe
Seven-o, rated then bucked me
A younger swang for me
His own guys had to hot him up
Like «are you fucking dumb G?»
'Cause that weren’t in the plan
Man said don’t touch me
Easily man could’ve rushed me
But guess what, Dot?
Man didn’t rush me?
'Cause I’m like, yo I got respect
And I’m blessed with the realest guys in the ends on fuckery
Only you cry like a girl
Man’s made money and I’ve shared it as well
Man in my circle can tell you I was giving man money
Whether or not they was in or out jail
Keep on coming with the lies, you’ll fail
Arsehole, I can see any lies you tell
Your lies were denied by Maxsta
But he never denied about fucking your girl
If my man actually said he G-checked me
Then a man’s lying, or he must not like me
He messaged me on Snap, so I’ll ask him
And I bet he’ll say «that pussyhole’s lying»
Please, stop confusing any of these girls
To be anything like your wifey
'Cause I’m still adding names to the EP
Can’t lie, it’s looking like an album, my G
Haha, thirty track album cuz
You’re still listening to rumours, that aren’t true
And making your own remixes
There’s no remixes with mine about you
And you wanna make tunes about facts
There’s no facts in it though, ha ha ha ha
You said a lot
Now you got people actually speaking out
On Twitter, saying «no, he’s actually chatting shit»
But, man are not saying I’m chatting shit though
You’ve lost cuz, you’re desperate
You’re getting yourself in more even arms
With more people
You ain’t even gotta worry about me no more
Haha, oi, and can I say this?
Man don’t know who the fuck Jasmine is
But you seem to know a lot
Why do you know?
Haha, hear what I’m saying cuz
When you got some real facts
Then you can make a tune about facts
OG’z, Money Man 'pon mic, Blue Borough
Man know, you’re chatting shit cuz, haha