Pierce Ripanti - TV (feat. Lill Twinn x Mizzycoke)
Shake it upIf you smoke like I them ummm
I don't keep up with News
I can't even watch T.V.
East Side Mizzy but the khakis stay creased
She be grabbin' for my pants Lil shorty with the reach
And she know I gotta girl so she tryna be discrete
Pull up
They look
Who that
ME
The same mothafucka' that they got on repeat
The boys on fire man I think I need a priest
I be going like a beast each day of the week
That's me
Yeah my name is P nah I don't need no introduction
Down to do a verse for a hundred or a onion
Rap this ain't no country niggas knowing how I'm coming
Baby daddy hatin' cause his baby mama crushing
Lill Twinn
Steal ya fans quick
Watch ya numbers vanish
Came from the beach, Mr. Backwood Bandit
My girl cool with me signing titties cause its branding
Just came off a plane
Successful landing
Officially Commanding
Stop asking for handouts
I caught you red-handed
To be frank I never gonna take this life for granted
I just wanna get top on my kitchen table
That's granite
Twenty straight forward, that's candid
Still rock Polo
Still rock Noto
Niggas on my dick, tryna steal my flow-do
That's the type of shit that just fuel my mojo
Heard that if they hate that's some real live promo
Out philly like I'm Ben
Bull silly with the pen
Bull illy need the M
Crème de la Crème
Niggas really owe me bread
Go head down touch in my Ven
I Said What I Said
Written by:
Pierce Ripanti
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