Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ordinary, artist - PnB Rock. Date of issue: 11.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ordinary |
| PnB, Pop Smoke |
| Don’t give no fucks |
| Nigga check the score board, bitch 'cause we up |
| I threw a opp back in the air in my McLaren (Woo) |
| I put eight racks of baguettes up in my earrings (Woo) |
| I’m dripped in vLone, that’s what im wearing (Woo) |
| Trey close to kilo, ain’t ordinary (Woo) |
| I threw a opp back in the air in my McLaren (Woo) |
| I put eight racks of baguettes up in my earrings (Woo) |
| I’m dripped in vLone, that’s what im wearing (Woo) |
| Trey close to kilo, ain’t ordinary (Woo) |
| Look |
| Life is short, I don’t wanna go to court (Woo) |
| Hop in my Porsche, dripped in vLone (Woo) |
| Teddy Brukshot, give that boy a one shot (Woo) |
| Laser ain’t no dot, tag him wit a square (Woo) |
| Tell that boy he crip, uh, one in the head (Woo) |
| Send shots at his head, bet that boy won’t live (Woo) |
| I don’t give a fuck, 'cause all my friends is dead (Woo) |
| So I just stack my paper, Glock 9 hold a laser (Woo) |
| She came from Alabama, and hit like 9/11 (Woo) |
| Treesh at my crib 8:45, she out by 9:11 (Woo) |
| She got like hella bodies, I’m always percolated (Woo) |
| And I won’t miss a payment, I’m so sophisticated (Woo) |
| Blunt like I’m an Oakland raider, tell her work Rihanna |
| Call Batman, I’m Robin (Woo) |
| 40k to do a show, up in Ali Baba |
| If I call Ace, he gon' throw you off the stage, in his Cartiers (Woo) |
| I threw a opp back in the air in my McLaren (Woo) |
| I put eight racks of baguettes up in my earrings (Woo) |
| I’m dripped in vLone, that’s what im wearing (Woo) |
| Trey close to kilo, ain’t ordinary (Woo) |
| I threw a opp back in the air in my McLaren (Woo) |
| I put eight racks of baguettes up in my earrings (Woo) |
| I’m dripped in vLone, that’s what im wearing (Woo) |
| Trey close to kilo, ain’t ordinary (Woo) |
| Oh yea |
| We just upped the score today, yeah we just dropped two more today |
| We do this like its ordinary, I swear I can’t wait till some more get buried |
| Hold on, what’s that |
| Bd, rush that |
| Opps tried to score but that shit was a touchback |
| Spin the block turn that nigga into a dust pack |
| Heard he had the glizzy but ain’t get to bust that |
| Oh goddamn that’s tragic, we making shit disappear like magic |
| Just hit a lick wit a bad bitch, she threw the 'oop on one of these rappers |
| She said they in the hotel lacking, one thing about her she don’t do no cappin |
| So I send seal and bron, they running in your shit and I don’t know what |
| happened |
| (Gime that shit nigga) Bitch, vLone on me, drip, she on my, dick, |
| she wanna fuck cause I’m lit |
| I know some bitches that play with them pieces, they came in this bitch with |
| their own bodies |
| We throwing money in the air, this ain’t even the strip club, but we all wilding |
| I threw a opp back in the air in my McLaren (Woo) |
| I put eight racks of baguettes up in my earrings (Woo) |
| I’m dripped in vLone, that’s what im wearing (Woo) |
| Trey close to kilo, ain’t ordinary (Woo) |
| I threw a opp back in the air in my McLaren (Woo) |
| I put eight racks of baguettes up in my earrings (Woo) |
| I’m dripped in vLone, that’s what im wearing (Woo) |
| Trey close to kilo, ain’t ordinary (Woo) |