Testo Pardon Me - Rich The Kid
Testo della canzone Pardon Me (Rich The Kid), tratta dall'album Pardon Me
Big boss shit
You feel me? Shit
Forever ever, forever ever
Pardon me (what?), you said that we would never be (ah)
But actually, we made it here eventually (yeah)
We got the money, it's time to flex
Fuck it, my ice on my neck (flex)
Pull up the 'Vette (yeah), count up a check (yeah, yeah)
Pardon me (ah), you said that we would never be (what?)
But actually, we made it here eventually (yeah)
We got the money, it's time to flex
Fuck it, my ice on my neck (flex)
Pull up the 'Vette (yeah), count up a check (yeah)
Ah, pardon me (excuse me)
Man, this boy is so broke, huh (yes)
I got a bitch with the most (you what?)
Baby girl, why you so mad, man cut off her throat (uh)
Ah, pardon me (excuse me, ah)
I get the money like lottery (ah yeah)
Don't bother me (what? Who?)
She suck me so good, no slobbery (bitch)
Wait, look at my wrist and get blind (what?)
Don't trap where you stay, that's a fine (ah)
Baby, I'm one of a kind
Almost so broke, got it up in the summer time (what?)
Don't bother me
Ah, sippin' on lean, can't fall asleep (you what?)
Ah, hey callin' me (or what?)
These bitches, they buggin', they follow me (hey, Dexter)
Pardon me (what?), you said that we would never be (ah)
But actually, we made it here eventually (yeah)
We got the money, it's time to flex
Fuck it, my ice on my neck (flex)
Pull up the 'Vette (yeah), count up a check (yeah, yeah)
Pardon me (ah), you said that we would never be (what?)
But actually, we made it here eventually (yeah)
We got the money, it's time to flex
Fuck it, my ice on my neck (flex)
Pull up the 'Vette (yeah), count up a check (yeah)
I gotta flex on 'em (uh), I drop a check on 'em (what?)
You ridin' a wave homie (homie), I pull out the K on 'em (rrah)
I was just hustlin', trap with the customers
Whip out a 50 and double it (what?)
Bust in her mouth and she lovin' it (lovin' it)
Too many hundreds, I'm duckin' the government (government, yeah)
Ooh, what, everybody wanna sound like us? (Uh)
Pinky ring, yeah, that's a blizzard, had to freeze it up (do it)
Pull up, I don't even have no neighbors (have no neighbors)
I can't keep one bitch, I'm way too player (bitch, I'm way)
Pardon me (what?), you said that we would never be (ah)
But actually, we made it here eventually (yeah)
We got the money, it's time to flex
Fuck it, my ice on my neck (flex)
Pull up the 'Vette (yeah), count up a check (yeah, yeah)
Pardon me (ah), you said that we would never be (what?)
But actually, we made it here eventually (yeah)
We got the money, it's time to flex
Fuck it, my ice on my neck (hey)
Pull up the 'Vette (yeah), count up a check (yeah)
Excuse me, they know I got the blue cheese (excuse me)
New freezer, I just cashed out on a new piece (hey)
KFC, I got chicken like a two-piece
Lil' bitches seein' me turn your wife into a groupie (seeing me)
But she can't stay with me, spend the night and then she lose me
They like who he, countin' all the paper, all the loose-leaf
In a new V, I might just go pull up on like two freaks
My life a movie, rock Balenciagas, not no two-threes (hey)
Pardon me (what?), you said that we would never be (ah)
But actually, we made it here eventually (yeah)
We got the money, it's time to flex
Fuck it, my ice on my neck (flex)
Pull up the 'Vette (yeah), count up a check (yeah, yeah)
Pardon me (ah), you said that we would never be (what?)
But actually, we made it here eventually (yeah)
We got the money, it's time to flex
Fuck it, my ice on my neck (flex)
Pull up the 'Vette (yeah), count up a check (yeah)
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Writer(s): Larry Norman
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