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Pizza Shop Extended (with Yung Gleesh, MF DOOM & Del the Funky Homosapien) [with Yung Gleesh, DOOM & Del The Funky Homosapien]

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Hip-Hop/Rap

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
IDK
IDK
Vocals
Yung Gleesh
Yung Gleesh
Vocals
MF DOOM
MF DOOM
Vocals
Del the Funky Homosapien
Del the Funky Homosapien
Vocals
Kal Banx
Kal Banx
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yung Gleesh
Yung Gleesh
Composer
MF DOOM
MF DOOM
Composer
Del the Funky Homosapien
Del the Funky Homosapien
Composer
Blwyrmnd
Blwyrmnd
Composer
Kal Banx
Kal Banx
Composer
Guy Jacques Skornik
Guy Jacques Skornik
Composer
Elisabeth Skornik
Elisabeth Skornik
Composer
Jason Mills
Jason Mills
Composer
Bigg kidd
Bigg kidd
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Blwyrmnd
Blwyrmnd
Producer
Lawrence Benjamin
Lawrence Benjamin
Recording Engineer
Eden Eliah Nagar
Eden Eliah Nagar
Recording Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
Recording Engineer
Bigg kidd
Bigg kidd
Producer

Tekst Utworu

Blow your mind This that drive-by This that Shawty Lo in Impala Hello out the whip With the clip, make you bye-bye Roll the windows up Hotbox, smokin' la la Roll the windows down See the opps, it's a problem Shit, really I'm a good boy But that Trapaholics tag turned me to a hood boy Blunt guts on the floor, I'm a Backwood boy Lookin' at me wrong, make you wish you never looked, boy Screamin' out the window like, "Fuck you, pay me" Stick you for the cash like my nickname Baby (brrr) Used to have a job, but that job barely paid me Charley's Grilled Subs tried to minimum wage me, lately Hangin' with my niggas makes me wanna start trouble If they fight, I'ma fight, make this shit a royal rumble I'm a gang gang nigga 'til the jump outs come If the jump outs come, guarantee I'm gon' run Here's a little story 'bout them boys that's hittin' licks, ayy Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy Here's a little story 'bout them boys that's hittin' licks, ayy Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run I used to wanna hang with Dae Dae and them (Dae Dae and them) I used to wanna hang with Nelson and them (Nelson and them) I used to wanna hang with Diemon and them (Diemon and them) 'Til they gave all three 40 years in the Pen But that's the way you get respect when you tryna be 'bout it Shit I was goin' down that road, but my phone kept reroutin' They tryna go the right way, but the left said, ayy You gon' ride, ride, ride, ride, ride for the gang So now we speedin' to the pizza place Closin' up, it's gettin' late Someone gotta rob the shit Everybody look at Jay Gang, gang nigga 'til the jump outs come If the jump outs come, guarantee I'm gon' Run that shit Drop dis like a fuckin' gunshot blaow! Load the clip, rob, repeat Load the clip, rob, repeat Load the clip, rob, repeat Load the clip, rob, repeat Now everybody get up on the fuckin' ground And if you make a sound, I might have to drown it with these rounds Knowin' I'm no killer, but fuck it, I'm tryna be that nigga So my actin' skills kick in, I'm Michael Jackson off of Thriller, hehehe Where the safe at? Don't make me ask again Where the safe at? Next question is: where the tape at? That's when I seen a red light blinkin' in peripheral I took the cam's position and reversed it like reciprocal, hah I put a gun to her neck, she put her hand on the safe I hear a car creepin' up and then I tell her to wait Hold up, don't make a sound, just let his ass drive around And you will not feel a round, shhh Car creepin' up, creepin' up, creep, creepin' up Car creepin' up, creepin' up, creep, creepin' up Police car creepin' up, creepin' up, creep, creepin' up Car creepin' up, creepin' up, creep, creep Me the villain Dudes known to do more hustlin' than stealin' Papi snatch your soul out if you're in your feelings Never do no types of discussions around dealings Get focused, y'all Telephone bring repercussions to your well-being And Instagram put clowns in a jam Doin' 10 straight in a cell, hot plate eatin' Spam Wanna be the man, but don't see the plan Finally someone let me out of my cage Little did they know, I'ma hit the front page in three days (damn) These days peeps do anything to make a buck (I know) Jackin' jackers like they tryna win the sweepstakes Each day I be fightin' for my sanity (yeah) My ho stay mad at me (what) she just a liability (fuck it) She called the pizza shop, said she needed a delivery They arrived, but she broke, are you kiddin' me? I got back from answerin' job calls I seen a fool hop out the window, just boxers on I recognized her from the pizza shop I'm already deducing that my ho had to have something to do with this
Writer(s): Guy Jacques Skornik, Elisabeth Skornik, Teren Jones, Jason Mills, Daniel Thompson Dumile, S. Schranz, J. Berqvist, K. Berry, Asa Asuncion Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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