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Pardon My Ego

 

Pardon My Ego

(앨범: Confessions Of A Dangerous Mind - 2019)


Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)
It don't matter where we at, it's popping like a gun off (Uh)
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh (Uh, ah, uh, uh)
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)
It don't matter where we at, it's popping like a gun off (Uh)
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh (Uh)

Skinny Nikki geeky, getting brain dead, uh
I don't give a fuck what the lames say, uh
Old girl wanna give the boy head
How 'bout a little bitty self-love instead?
I can't fuck a ho, I'd rather self-love instead
Can't save a ho, no S on my chest, or gun to my head (Ah)
Get the bread (Ah), get the bread (Ah)
Count this fucking money, boy, now get the bread, uh
I ain't just tryna get a nut off
Bobby Boy be quick to leave a bad bitch cut off
Like when you in the studio and the vocal get cut

Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)
It don't matter where we at, it's popping like a gun off (Uh)
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh (Uh, woo, uh, uh)
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)
It don't matter where we at, it's popping like a gun off (Uh)
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh (Uh)

Like (Ah)
Get the bread (Ah), get the bread (Ah)
Count this fucking money, boy, now get the bread

I'm feeling like Kid Cudi
A little crazy, but tell me, what genius ain't a little nutty?
Everybody be like that sometimes
You can hear it in me in some rhymes
I ain't bipolar, Kanye make me wish I was
'Cause that level of genius the meanest
Nobody fucking around with that flow
When I spit it, you know it's the cleanest, uh
All my haters can suck my penis
Went from five hundred a show to selling out arenas
From SOB's in NYC
To smoking trees at the motherfucking Garden
Pardon my ego, uh
Maybe it's the weed smoke
Maybe it's the beat though
If I draw it in the sand
Better not cross the line like a free throw, uh

Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)
It don't matter where we at, it's popping like a gun off (Uh)
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh (Uh, woo, uh)
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)
It don't matter where we at, it's popping like a gun off (Uh)
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh (Uh)

Like (Ah)
Get the bread (Ah), get the bread (Ah)
Count this fucking money, boy, now get the bread

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