Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pepper Riddim, artist - P Money. Date of issue: 27.06.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pepper Riddim |
| I’m sick of the indi’s |
| Watch 'em all look to the left and tell a quick lie |
| You could be dead broke, tell em I will fix guys |
| A magician with the weapon when I trick guys |
| See, when I diss guys, I don’t disguise it |
| And on top of that I don’t wear a disguise |
| I made my girl turn bisexual |
| So I could fuck your girlfriend with mine |
| No orgy, my ends still gangbang |
| New Cross, Deptford, gang land |
| Lewisham, Brockley, gang land |
| Man violate, one word, hangman |
| Lie down for nobody, I don’t plank fam |
| Two by four to the head when I plank man |
| Can’t scam me with a stupid bank scam |
| I’ll Central Line you straight to the Bank, fam |
| Yeah, I’m a badman |
| I provide for my family, badman |
| I’ve got a young son nicknamed Bam Bam |
| Fuck with Bam Bam, guns go bam bam |
| You’re moist like you must’ve swam, fam |
| I’m cocaine and your girl nose it |
| I’m a problem, your girl’s problem |
| Well she ain’t on my line if she’s talking to Frank, fam |
| Nah, I’m gassing you |
| I don’t mean I’m gassing you |
| I mean CS spray to the face, man’s gassing you |
| I’m known to violate while I’m clashing you |
| Forget your Twitter beef, man’s not @ing you |
| F your followers, man’s not @ing you |
| Boot your door off, dash your latch at you |
| 38 wheelspin and man’s remapping you |
| I ain’t having it, bro |
| I wanna move fast, she ain’t having it though |
| Every time we talk about areas, it goes right back to Chelsea |
| Ivanovic mode |
| Mortgage money, going mad on these shows |
| I don’t wanna see these man on my road |
| Last man that touched me more than brushed me |
| Don’t let me see your hand on my clothes |
| I swear if you do, I will send out the search party |
| I ain’t talking 'bout search and rescue |
| I’m talking 'bout search parties that will search parties |
| Don’t matter if it’s a Christian, work or your kid’s birth parties |
| If it’s not me and my don then it’s gonna be a third party |
| That’ll slap uncles and turf aunties, young or old |
| There weren’t a bucket involved but they all played chicken on road |
| When I order for the 9-piece |
| Leave a body with a boneless sidepiece |
| Think you could be like me? |
| Then try, please |
| Wanna walk in my shoes? |
| Can’t tell if that’s mud or blood |
| Are you sure you wanna try on these? |
| Rolled our music, tell em I’m a guy on each |
| Ain’t the guy to beef, ask about me |
| When it’s war I react quicker than a guy on speed |
| Sleep on who? |
| Are you dumb |
| Every one of my lyrics is deathbeds |
| Are you sure you wanna lie on these? |
| Keep your eye on me |
| Got the IMG |
| Iron these creases out, check the irony |
| A one-man team is what you’re all tryna be |
| Donny kicked me out the lesson tryna teach me a lesson |
| So I took out his pupil |
| Now donny can see what it’s like with no I in team |