Refrigerator P (Peaky Blinders Remix)

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Sean Price & Rob Kelly - Rap

Refrigerator P (Peaky Blinders Remix)

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[Intro: Sean Price] Rrr Yeah Listen Sean [Verse 1: Sean Price] It go nice rap and Mic Tyson fans, no Tight fashion, Mike Jackson pants Dancing machine Adamantium rapping regime The shit you holding is shit, colon cancer the cream Slugs move everything around me, S.M.E.A.M. (S.M.E.A.M.?) Huh? What the fuck that mean? Kick over your kids stroller, nigga, Ruck, that mean Mean Gene Okerlund spoken the word of Kareem So sacrilegious with the word rhyme gestures Sold crack to bitches in they third trimester Huh, you know how it go You know my flow dope ala Héctor Lavoe Never catch P on the girl song I smack shit out your "We Are the World" song Get a hater scary My defense intense, Refrigerator Perry [Verse 2: Sean Price] Yo Shot somebody fam, clapped the nine Lock my body, can't trap my mind Raps divine father, father divine I Conversate with the congregation that's relating with mine You new to the one, two Can't escape your fate Great, who can I run to? True, words of nerds don't hurt me Half man half machine, the team's Murphy (Murphy, its you) On and on 'til the break of dawn Making Shaun mad she's like, "Dad, fuck making songs" Nigga, the gun out Gun pop and one cops say, "Nigga done gummed out" Get a hater scary My defense intense, Refrigerator Perry [Verse 3: Rob Kelly] They call me Big Daddy Kell Heavy Turn up when you don't expect it Slum apprentice, wave it at your left leg Temptress, butterfly knife and a red dress Double-barrel stickin' out the bag like French bread Yo, Rob is live, why you think you liver? I'll stick the fuckin' screwdriver In your arm while you drinkin' cider Uh, I'll get you sleep for a cheeky fiver Creep behind you, razor in your heart like Peaky Blinders Cuss 'em out like Mike Ditka, the live men got Whores around 'em like the makeup counter Hear the lies in your rhymes, you don't break up powder You're some flexy-time slimeball cowards We don't make up ours, yo, fuck a blogger hatin' Songs with Sean Price, they turn to Walter Payton Uh, the way they run it back, it's scary I told 'em to bear with me, Refrigerator Perry, uh

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Credits

Writers
  • Rob Kelly
  • Small Professor
  • Sean Price