beg Ya pardon (feat. Deuce Cannon The God)
Chris Lanard
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They can say what they wanna say I get to the mullah way faster than underlay What the f*ck is a tummy ache After 30 birthdays Nigga I got a ton of cake These Niggas gon suffocate Cuz I'm bringing more heat than the devil on summer break I'm putting the guns away Cuz I don't want my niggas catching another case I'm hearing that y'all must've ran out of options I'm like a microwave the way that I'm popping My bitch is the best she be taking me shopping She fly as a bird she the shit like the droppings We role-play and shit If I'm Batman she robin Tomato tomato I spoil her rotten Her booty so soft I imagine it's cotton They hate and throw salt like they eating top Ramen Motherfuckers stepping to me like they really fucking with me Now days give'em middle finger It ain't nothing to me nothing to me Givem middle finger they ain't fucking with me Calling me celebate Cuz they know they never fucking with me Out of your element so you know it ain't no coming with me Niggas irrelevant and the the shit is kind of boring to me Shit is too delicate need somebody that can blow up with me Yes I'm elephant need a hundred niggas rolling with me It was obvious when I got that bag then niggas start hating Now Im curious if I said f*ck the pigs Why they bringing me bacon Made a hundred k all in one week Now all these rap niggas want my technique Tellem plz don't get me started I leave you dearly departed All of us pull out a special My niggas really retarded No I don't want any trouble I'm just incredible artist Say that you fuckin with me I didn't hear you beg ya pardon In the jungle I go ape on em Knock em off I smell the fake on em OVO I got the Drake on 'em Bullets Flying Issa cape on 'em Bitch I'm beyond fire They ain't flammable dem niggas non fire Ever disrespect I let da Tom fire Bitch I light da can Issa bond fire I'm cool nigga and a live wire You a blood sucker that's a vampire You a woman beater not a man fighter Thumbing through the money got my hands tired Like Aye, Jus a Mack nigga from the East Side Aye, middle finger we don't do the peace sign Aye, nigga we don't never let the beef ride Aye, nigga want smoke he get deep fried This shit bang like a beat by Dre Bang this shit in ya beats by Dre They know I'm a star and I need my space F*ck that I'm God niggas need my grace Hoes gon faint when they see my face Murder this shit then i beat my case I'm Deuce that's Chris nigga he my Ace In the field like they ain't never freed my race It was obvious when I got that bag these niggas start hating Now I'm curious If I say f*ck the pigs why they bringing me bacon Made a hundred k all in one week Now all these rap niggas want my technique Tellem plz don't get me started I leave you dearly departed All of us pull out a special My niggas really retarded No I don't want any trouble I'm just incredible artist Say that you fuckin with me I didn't hear you beg ya pardon
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Written by: Christopher Stanley, Delano Lowe
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