Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pardon Me, artist - Vado. Date of issue: 31.01.2017
Song language: English
Pardon Me |
| Pardon, my nigga, but I control this |
| Asking my nigga what hand he roll with |
| Paper normally brown, today is white, though |
| Niggas normally clowns without the bright nose |
| Pardon, my nigga, my money been long |
| Red carpet, my nigga, 100 men strong |
| You know I could do Armani, Versace wear |
| Call a jeweler, Aviani or Raphael |
| 100 for y’all, pull out the weed around |
| Ciroc toast in style, we La Marina bound |
| Everyone is a godfather, we keep a pact |
| What’s the numbers, they ball park it then bring it down |
| Pardon my nigga, me and my queen high |
| Both dragging chinchillas, sit in that ring side |
| Bless you, bowtie, mine is the bean pie |
| Got peas for 35, yeah, them things fly |
| Pardon, my nigga, you need to roll up |
| Pardon, my nigga, what’s with the hold up? |
| Pardon, my nigga, but that’s the job there |
| Sorry, my nigga, but it ain’t no drugs here |
| See you about things, getting lifted like gold wings |
| This summer I’m a rock my fall sneaks |
| Twice as high, Twin Peaks |
| By design, this is all me |
| Floor seats, still covering out mouths when we speak |
| Try to catch us but that Ferrari won’t let you |
| Try to tell you, I don’t brag but I’m better |
| It’s like I don’t bring my A game till you bet 'em |
| Then I show range, rain on my competitors |
| Then I’m back in the range with the basketball leathers |
| You the state troopers, I like wrestling projectors |
| Homie, this a movement, maneuvering for cheddar |
| Mess on mundane, throw the rest in the bank |
| Home boy, if you know better you smoke better |
| My motherfucking dro grows better |
| Pardon, my nigga, you need to roll up |
| Pardon, my nigga, what’s with the hold up? |
| Pardon, my nigga, but that’s the job there |
| Sorry, my nigga, but it ain’t no drugs here |
| How do y’all fly, got the munchies for more |
| Every day is a gamble but it’s just the allure |
| Staying real is organic, copping low is a sport |
| No pun intended but my point got across |
| Composing the ether, occasionally spike my leaders |
| It’s pink, this purple finessing reflect on my circle |
| Bill with my niggas, shit, we learn from each other’s lessons |
| Gotta share gems to receive more blessings |
| Royalty niggas, we are kings |
| Kush gods serving all steam |
| Make sure my core team get more cream |
| Then bail out and leaving I’m creating more steam |
| Light up without a possible care |
| I put the pot in the air and watch the pot disappear |
| Magic, I’m a foam head, polo, junkie addict |
| Logo, two L’s, you know my status |
| Pardon, my nigga, you need to roll up |
| Pardon, my nigga, what’s with the hold up? |
| Pardon, my nigga, but that’s the job there |
| Sorry, my nigga, but it ain’t no drogs here |