CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Legends In The Room
[Verse]
I don't wanna hear about no P unless you mentionin' me
I don't know what they mean when they say they pushin' P
Punk, pussy, popstar, peewee?
Popcorn player, pipsqueak, porno pink?
Trickin'-ass niggas spendin' racks on bags and teeth
If you had a change of heart, acknowledge the West, at least
Home of the game, home of the blade
In that bitch ear, kickin' more shit than Johnny Cage
I was breakin' hoes before EMPIRE got me paid
Salute a real nigga when you see one
Home of the 8, I had prostitutes on Backpage
You was robbin' nerds, I was out here robbin' renegades
You be gettin' bitches flewed out, you like hoes with clout
I sit on a bitch, you eat her out, you got a nasty mouth
Left coast to right cost, I been pimpin' in the South
Had that bitch do some push-ups, have her workin' out
Love Gunna, I love Future, love Thug
This ain't about y'all, this 'bout them niggas underneath the covers
Them simpin'-ass niggas tryna backdoor they own brothers
Payin' for the half-hour, fuckin' thots with no rubber
I'm the real sixteen, what the fuck do you mean?
Let's speak facts, ain't nobody pushin' P except me
We could settle this with class, or get on some G shit
Whip that Draco out and eat him like a deep dish
If you gotta pay to lay, then you on some T shit
Abracadabra ass nigga, spend a bag, make me rich
I ain't ever sold crack, I ain't ever sold pounds
Got 'em down, down like gum on the ground
Your role model Ric Flair, my role model Gangsta Brown
And if Goldie was alive, I would've knocked him for the crown
Yeah, I said what I said, I'm in the streets, you in the bed
On that mongoose with a bitch in heels on her pegs
I'm the best that ever did it and got away with it
In the Bronx like a civilian, Yankees on fitted
Got cut from PRA, they ain't like how I was spittin'
Still rootin' for you boys, go all the way, hope y'all win it
I don't wanna hear about no P unless you mentionin' me
I don't know what they mean when they say they pushin' P
Punk, pussy, popstar, peewee?
Popcorn player, pipsqueak, porno pink?
Trickin'-ass niggas spendin' racks on bags and teeth
If you had a change of heart, acknowledge the West, at least
Home of the game, home of the blade
In that bitch ear, kickin' more shit than Johnny Cage
I was breakin' hoes before EMPIRE got me paid
Salute a real nigga when you see one
Home of the 8, I had prostitutes on Backpage
You was robbin' nerds, I was out here robbin' renegades
You be gettin' bitches flewed out, you like hoes with clout
I sit on a bitch, you eat her out, you got a nasty mouth
Left coast to right cost, I been pimpin' in the South
Had that bitch do some push-ups, have her workin' out
Love Gunna, I love Future, love Thug
This ain't about y'all, this 'bout them niggas underneath the covers
Them simpin'-ass niggas tryna backdoor they own brothers
Payin' for the half-hour, fuckin' thots with no rubber
I'm the real sixteen, what the fuck do you mean?
Let's speak facts, ain't nobody pushin' P except me
We could settle this with class, or get on some G shit
Whip that Draco out and eat him like a deep dish
If you gotta pay to lay, then you on some T shit
Abracadabra ass nigga, spend a bag, make me rich
I ain't ever sold crack, I ain't ever sold pounds
Got 'em down, down like gum on the ground
Your role model Ric Flair, my role model Gangsta Brown
And if Goldie was alive, I would've knocked him for the crown
Yeah, I said what I said, I'm in the streets, you in the bed
On that mongoose with a bitch in heels on her pegs
I'm the best that ever did it and got away with it
In the Bronx like a civilian, Yankees on fitted
Got cut from PRA, they ain't like how I was spittin'
Still rootin' for you boys, go all the way, hope y'all win it
