Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Piss'n On Your Ego , by - T.I.. Release date: 15.12.2014
Song language: English
Piss'n On Your Ego |
| Automatic bullet flow |
| Uzi, Calico |
| Ladies man, Yeah, but to that pussy I’m a bully tho |
| Beat it, eat it, let it go |
| Retarded, stupid, silly tho |
| This city been on life support |
| I’m gonna get out and kill it tho |
| Really tho, off the chain |
| Getting it, doing heavy things |
| Stuntin out the frame |
| Still to bust a nigga cabin mayne |
| God like Charlamagne |
| In the A the hottest thing |
| Ever hit it, ever did it, most these niggas garbage mayne |
| I ain’t finna front, nigga lame if you ask me |
| I’m way in the front, run shit, no athlete |
| Passionly, nigga watch my smoke as I go and get money to the top I go |
| Tell you get dough, nigga stop I know the housekeeper get more |
| Now come and mop my floor |
| Sittin' up high, small money we don’t see no |
| Stupid, dumb fly ask yo bitch, nigga she know |
| Nigga know my stylo, swagg on G O |
| Shittin on yo pride nigga pissin’on yo ego |
| We be pissin' on yo ego, pissin' on yo ego |
| We shittin' on yo pride nigga pissin’on yo ego |
| We be pissin’on yo ego, pissin’on yo ego |
| Sucka hate it, we know but we pissin’on yo ego |
| I’m back up on my rap shit, you bastards got it backwards |
| Got it twisted and exaggerated |
| Stretched out: elastics |
| You niggas ain’t on my radar! |
| I bypass niggas, no gastric |
| I pull up front in that monster truck |
| And I park that shit Jurrassic |
| Got a drunk bitch on my mattress |
| Doing backflips, gymnastics |
| She holding on to that monkey bar |
| Yelling out my name: no ad-libs |
| Niggas get mad at us for what? |
| We live out life at the after-party |
| Don’t come at me with that ego shit |
| I piss on that like a port-o-potty |
| This beat is retarded so therefore my flow is autistic |
| Come on down to Bobby’s World |
| You and your friend oughta visit |
| Flow like I’m on a mission |
| So there is no competition |
| It’s looking like hunting season |
| And we in the slaughter business |
| Ball hard: pavement |
| Broads in amazement |
| Large money talking, I ain’t gotta make a statement |
| My impatient grind, I’m taking mine |
| I ain’t finna wait for mine |
| Anybody wanna shine, I suggest you wait in line |
| I’m chasing dime paper |
| But for these haters I don’t break a stride |
| Defecating on your pride, make you commit suicide |
| Do or die, who am I? |
| Bullet hit the Bulls-eye |
| I’m doin' my thing, Say I ain’t my nigga you a lie |
| Do it by the hood, I grew up to say what’s up |
| And all the real niggas know me, I don’t need no introduction |
| Bulletproof truck with a couple cute sluts in the back |
| Doin everything I ask for a wrap whats that |
| They handle that and I stroke that cat so good I get my money back |