N’Otis

Lyrics
[Verse 1: M.I Abaga] A couple hundred dollars for the right kicks Three hundred K a month for my side-kicks Eleven milli when I roll, range rover Signing Pryse for the right price priceless Punchlines like a typist This rap shit finally working out, biceps! Little bitches stay home, you shouldn't try this We killing this city We the J-Town Crisis [Verse 2: Pryse] We came in the game the top the top cheese no mices Pryse is, too damn good, so call me righteous Take it all the way to the hood like Motorcyclist These hoes need someone to show them where the mic is And I'm the nicest, so let me do it So me being cocky is not a brag, It's heroic Dime and she know it, rhymes like a poet The bar set so high but I ain't even notice [Verse 2: M.I Abaga] Yo photo-shoot fresh, where the paparazzi? Music so dope you could puff puff pass me See niggas hating on Jude like a nazi I'm the future in the present niggas can't get past me Laugh... I created my style I make my shit stand out, pile Tell dem haters lay down, tile Competition chill we gone be a little while Like, like... [Verse 4: Pryse] I give a hater an inch, he probably gone take a mile So tell em he can go and jump into the river nile A little smile cause I know you must be joking Or maybe I am just wondering what the hell You are smoking, but okey dokey E no dey pain me, no daddy showkey These other girls ain't rapping I call it karaoke, first of my kind I need a new category cause I'm the queen Here's the king, here's the ceremony [Verse 5: M.I Abaga] This is the punchline queen In this lunchtime scene Future so bright on some sunshine tinz Only one way that you can beat me, Be me Bout to push pryse off the edge , 3G So what's up pryse, see the surprise Cause you what Gods waiting for Chick in the top 5 Until you know chicks, cock fight Welcome to the farm nice of you to drop by [Verse 6: Pryse] Truth, the punchlines clever And trust that I'll deliver call me DHL It's that PH girl You can't see me fail So ahead of the rest they can't see no tail Lights, please they should've put up a fight And you could call it ironic but M showed me the heights Kommot your leg while we sweeping up the eggo Beyonce, yeah I can see my own halo [Verse 7: Pryse] I'm still hungry man I need some chocolate Pryse is in the house to keep it clean and immaculate Somethings about to blow, wack rappers please evacuate I mean the death toll's already hard for me to calculate I'm with the best do the math its not calculus Hip Hop was dead brought it back so miraculous Team so strong, Barcelona couldn't tackle us Chains can't shackle us, We killin em, Spartacus Or maybe fabulous, yeah I let you pick a punchline All these other rappers are dessert when it's my lunchtime I make take it back like its the wrong kind I got the biggest cosign, so whats you concern? Call the drumlime, coming out with a canon I'm the bomb, no timer, but I'm counting the seconds Making every second count like a cashier And if you haven't heard the name by now You're so last year Pryse! Mehn oh boy M man It's been a long time coming oh And I've been on the grind for so long It seems like they don't know this Can you help me make them notice [Verse 8: Pryse] She a beauty but surprise on the track she a beast And you can tell pryse is on the rise, no yeast What you call it competition, its feeling like a feast I should've skipped brunch made a lunch of wannabes What are these ew, can't even stomach you My feet gone stretch but see I'm filling every shoe And I'm born to be a star, see that baby's overdue And Dr. MI is the surgeon in the room, so call it a C-Section And for the pain from the hate, can I have the Novacane injection I'm tryna reach the world thats my main intention Cause the bars more contagious than the sars infection So bare in mind when you go through my portfolio I keep it real, see dem nose Pinocchio And tell dem say, tell dem say this chick Phenomenal And all my haters fall down dominoes
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Credits
- Writers
- M.I Abaga
- Pryse