Lyrics:
Been fly nigga peterpan, but I skydive in a mini pad
Doing drive bys in a mini van
Nigga why try when they been a fan
I'll advanced, In a trance
Sky
fire leave em toasted onna skillet
Gettin to that bread yea I'm countin on spinach
Ion fuck wittem they be actin fo ah image
Yea im gettin dough I
that's strong
You load sixteen tons, so what do you get,
Another day older and deeper in debt
So, St. Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go,
I owe
it to death, now watch me
Come through with a chisel that make the game sizzle
And I, pull out the skillet, prepare for the cookin'
How I
a old slavery linching
Now im on the right foot
Ain't no more inching
I get to the guap
No more penny pinching
She ride on the dick like she powered by
and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I
you i should have told ya /
i admit you the sh*t so when you pass by i get, so shy /
i admit you the sh*t so when you pass by i get, so shy /
i admit
Now it's David vers' Goliath
Fuck you and your Pale Rap Youtube hit
If I shoot two clips you won't be around
To see how many views you get
Yo, so you
the Remy and Cris'
The video is directed by Benny and Chris
Treat a pager like a website with plenty of hits
I tell 'em this, you gotta be at least a dime
up every morning just to get that money
I wake up every morning just to get that money
I wake up every morning just to get that money
Money money money
like I’m Popeyes
Shake it to the tune, make it move like the cha cha
Gotta hit the woo
When I groove, got me sky high
Pennies I don’t fly by
Stack it
and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons and what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I
and a back that's strong.
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper and debt
St Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe
like you need to get bust you fuckin' clown
I extort to support my peeps
And hold down the fort, never get caught 'cause I creeps, nigga
Get it
like you need to get bust you fuckin' clown
I extort to support my peeps
And hold down the fort, never get caught 'cause I creeps, nigga
Get it
get done over
By the youthless clubs on shut down streets
The one-percenters know, I do
It's just as well
I could be twenty-five years older
I'm a woman so I don't have real bars
I'm a rock artist by far
Yet I'm painted a rising pop star
Who raps cause it's cute, when I'm a scar
Yes do
Imma lose it
On them late nights on the way from daylight, give your girl this cool whip
Yeah I press pause from the people I saw, fuck them acoustics
at blue skies with a frown
They easily get turned around after I picture you smile
Cause by the throat I was choked up and lock jawed
But I sky dove into
they can hold tonight||Chorus: And the older I get| The harder I try| To live and let live| And let the world go by| I wanna make more loving| Watch
the bed and a bottle sitting pretty
Pigskin on the TV, bacon in a skillet
An old mutt in the yard licking on an itch
Bunch of fake flamingos flocking by
older and older
I put it by my shoulder
Over and over and over
My heart and my wrist getting yeah they frozen
I might just move to Dakota
She move
and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons and what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I
(Uh-huh)
If I go in get a hold of me (Uh-huh)
Rapping I feel like it's bold of me (Uh-huh)
Would they still ride if they know it's me (Uh-huh)
Been going
Discuss these older i get acoustic by skillet Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In