When I'm bad, who's badder?
Mean ass beat by WHP
The Phlame
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Lyrics
P, it’s P!
What you want wit it bitch ass mawfucka
It ain’t you, it ain’t you, it is not you
It is only me!
Let’s go
When I’m bad, who’s badder?
Mad man, who’s madder?
Shoot atchya, one eye closed
Light toes, tippy
Tipsy with the lights low
Fitted on my eyes low
Sittin in the shadows
I’m a loose cannon!
And the 6 can get
The leftovers, who’s standing?
Knucked up for muthafuckas
Keep 2 brandished
Ye ain’t doing shit
Don’t lie to me!
I put ya ass down
Like you was tryna sleep, ha!
Pussy fucks
Get your arm bent backwards
I need a million bucks
Buy weed, pay the rent after!
Pack phillys, back phillies cap
And a black jacket to match
*Blap!* act silly, Fuck,
I ain’t even in ya area code
But when we roll deep dog
The area’s closed
And you can smell my fresh
When the air in ya nose
Don’t stare at me man
I’ll put that square in ya nose
And say…
Chorus: x2
Too bright?
Then you bet I’ll the put the lights down
Fuck wit me man
Best believe I’ll put ya lights out
Chedda get the slice down
Praying for ya life (life)
If I hold this mic down
Its only me!
It is only, the uno, me
Who knows, me?
Back and blue nose
If you roll on P
I roll on D O-L-L-A-Z
Money came from trees
But it grows on me
I’m so money hungry
You can call me buck tooth
Bugs bunny bitch
I get carrots, fuck you!
And I’ll keep hittin til my knucks buckle
You bucks get knuckled
Shucks, what is it about me?
We can get it BOPPIN
Pussy's piece of cake
Here's ya whipped cream TOPPIN
Whips, cream, POPPIN
If I look like a pussy
Things ain’t always what they seem
Unless it seems like
I always get pussy
I always get pushy, if you dare
Go and push me, but beware
Of the kid
I roll on em like a tootsie
POP, there goes that muthafucka
Let me get him
Let me at him
POP… shit, you never had him!
Chorus:x2
Too bright?
Then you bet I’ll the put the lights down
Fuck wit me man
Best believe I’ll put ya lights out
Chedda get the slice down
Praying for ya life (life)
If I hold this mic down
Its only me!
There is no competition
I’m on the top division
And from the top position
I make the top look vicious
I keep on looking up
I got that optimism
If he looks at me wrong
We make the doctors fix him
I’m in the boxing kitchen
Cooking up left hooks
My fists must be delicious
They want the chef’s book!
Recipe is simple, the symphony and the symbols
A pimp, to flip the beef
When some beef start to sizzle
I live for that shit
Put the beat in my heart
My flow is fuckin stupid
Put the re in the tard
Bottles under beds
And keep the weed in the car
Bottle to ya head
I’ll keep you seein the dark!
Then come to pay my respects
And see you depart
Dearly, dear me
I feeded that boy!
The heat, the fire
Its all on me!
If I hold this mic down
It’s only me!
Chorus:x2
Too bright?
Then you bet I’ll the put the lights down
Fuck wit me man
Best believe I’ll put ya lights out
Chedda get the slice down
Praying for ya life (life)
If I hold this mic down
Its only me!
1-2, 1-2, 1-2, fuck you!
