Lyrics

All I do is rap and rhyme I don't know today's math, don't keep track of time Universal beat down, beat down your universe Sean P AKA you the worst The best rapper, the worst rapper The sket clapper, the purse snatcher The neck snapper, the Earth slapper This your man Sean The opposite of a fucking Duran Duran song That nigga soft with the wack shit My raps slap the Earth off of it's axis You dealing with a motherfucking boss, you bastard Niggas die when I'm raising my voice a ratchet Motherfucker, do you Form a fan, cast it, smacked posted on YouTube P, I spray the gat at your ride Sean Price the greatest rapper alive Shut the fuck up The first verse uno, second verse dos First verse is bueno, the next one is boss Back when Milk was chilling My man smoked a bag of dust and killed his children No fucking around, no Wilt the stilting Niggas that's off balance gets killed for tilting I bang burners at bitches that's built for building Cover your Ralph Tresvant, quilt your feelings Too hot, take off the hot sweater Expose a lot of chedder, get popped with a hot Beretta African boss Mandela Idi Amin when smoking the ya mean Clutching the pound Then I start waving my arms and fucking around Niggas stop playing with Sean, listen I spit prison imam bars That'll put you in a ER, pa Shut the fuck up
Writer(s): Michael Peretta, Alan Maman, Sean Price Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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