Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song When He Comes On, artist - Pudgee Tha Phat Bastard. Date of issue: 09.07.2015
Song language: English
When He Comes On |
| Motherfuck the bullshit! |
| Hello, heidi ho, where’s my intro |
| To this show, and you know the shit is dope |
| I’m all that, no, your mind ain’t playin tricks |
| But I think you suck like a (whore) does to dicks |
| Talk good game, but you ain’t no lover |
| Last you pussy you had is when you slid out your mother |
| You know I was hep to the shit from the get-go |
| Come off like the clothes of a ho in a strip, show |
| My oh my god DAMN I’m proud to say |
| Or like they say that every dog gotta have his day |
| Rest assured when the day arrives on this child |
| I’m kickin the gravy style, never the corny style |
| Nuff respect is what I’m gettin, give it to me |
| Even if you’re part of BBD you couldn’t «Do Me» |
| I play Marvin Gaye, «What's Goin' On?» |
| «Let's Get it On» |
| Cause everything is over when the Phat Bastard goes on |
| C’mon motherfuckers c’mon (aww yeah!) |
| C’mon motherfuckers c’mon (here we go) |
| C’mon motherfuckers c’mon (keep it up!) |
| C’mon motherfuckers c’mon (here we go) |
| Here comes the wickedest, with the wickedest style I’ll be kickin it |
| I wear a size eleven you can guess where I’ll be stickin it |
| Think with the heart, everything is all me |
| Shittin on niggas as if they was Tawana Brawley |
| Who cares whether superstar or small name |
| Tramplin comp like a City College ball game |
| Scamp, get the upper hand, I’ll be with it |
| Drivin 'em right off the edge like in Chappaquiddick |
| Without a second for thought, what I got to lose? |
| They’ll find you deep in a river wearin cement shoes |
| Anyone gets out of hand I get drastic |
| How the fuck you wanna leave — a basket or casket? |
| Fuck the fact that they say I ain’t — shit |
| Plus the fact that, they’re really on my dick |
| I play Marvin Gaye, «What's Goin' On?» |
| «Let's Get it On» |
| Cause everything is over when the Phat Bastard goes on |
| If you ever feel that you’re better then tell me |
| Come with the facts or get taxed just like Leona Helmsley |
| You motherfuckers should retire |
| There’s nobody flyer, I set yo' ass on fire like Richard Pryor |
| No flaws, causin drama |
| And any-a test I’m sure to cut you up just like Jeffrey Dahmer |
| I won’t be frontin I can’t sing that’s not my thing |
| Fuck with me I’ll beat yo' ass like Rodney King |
| I’m pullin tricks on the slick, shit |
| I’m beatin niggas on the daily routine like you beat your dick |
| Everywhere I’m seein smiles; |
| you’re lovin me now |
| 'til things slow down and then you’re on a different style |
| I don’t know you we never hung out |
| But once I get paid up again you’ll be actin like you’re strung out |
| And bein life is a gamble, bet |
| I’ma be tellin yo' ass goodbye like Tevin Campbell |