Song parody of
Attitude (feat. Prohibeo)
by Ydoubler
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This is, this is bullshit
This is bullshit, I'm not listening to this
You are insane
No, you're insane
We simply do not have time for this crap
It's called a changeover
The movie goes on
And nobody in the audience has any idea
Motherfucker, when you see us coming through
You better keep the blunts rolled up (keep the blunts rolled up)
I got the same soda from the store
Ice in my cup, now I'm pouring up (now I'm pouring up)
Steady geekin' when I'm gone off the drugs
All alone, now I'm slowed up (now I'm slowed up)
Bow my head and I pray to the sky that I don't fucking throw up
Whoa, bitches they talk on the low
That's why I can't fuck with them, I don't know
They want some shit, boy, just leave me alone
No, bitch, you can't fuck with Prohibeo (Prohibeo)
bitches they talk on the low
That's why I can't fuck with them, I don't know
They want some shit, boy, just leave me alone
No, bitch, you can't fuck with Prohibeo (Prohibeo)
Words, words, more important words speaking in a rhythm
I'm high on the ground, you brother's just tripping
And I'm sipping on this Fanta, and I'm loving it
Maccas run, happy meals all around
You know I'm covered in that warehouse clothing
Fuck all that Gucci shade, you at the club bouncing
I'm at home getting stupid laid
I'm speaking what you already think
I make it look too easy when I spit but that's just the ink
My mouth makes it all link
Rapping like I care I'm sitting here sipping tea
I do not fuck with you, bitch I only fuck with me
Simple as it be you still seem to confuse
Fuck up how my face, I pick and choose, you constantly lose
Get angry by the second, beat your ass up, call it Tekken
Tracks I'm easily wrecking them
Scoring goals David beckham em'
Chicks, you know I be getting them
See the haters and I neck em'
Wait, I haven't earned a single sent from a rap
Yeah
And that's some real shit
Think you rappers cool cause' you say that you deal shit
Stacking up your money and new rims on your wheel shit
Stop lying to yourself, you know that you don't have a deal, shit
And that's some real shit
Think you rappers cool cause' you say that you deal shit
Stacking up your money and new rims on your wheel shit
You're lying to yourself, you know that you don't ever deal, shit
Fam, fuck you, bitch
Aye
This is, this is bullshit
This is bullshit, I'm not listening to this
You are insane
No, you're insane
We simply do not have time for this crap
It's called a changeover
The movie goes on
And nobody in the audience has any idea
Motherfucker, when you see us coming through
You better keep the blunts rolled up (keep the blunts rolled up)
I got the same soda from the store
Ice in my cup, now I'm pouring up (now I'm pouring up)
Steady geekin' when I'm gone off the drugs
All alone, now I'm slowed up (now I'm slowed up)
Bow my head and I pray to the sky that I don't fucking throw up
Whoa, bitches they talk on the low
That's why I can't fuck with them, I don't know
They want some shit, boy, just leave me alone
No, bitch, you can't fuck with Prohibeo (Prohibeo)
bitches they talk on the low
That's why I can't fuck with them, I don't know
They want some shit, boy, just leave me alone
No, bitch, you can't fuck with Prohibeo (Prohibeo)
Words, words, more important words speaking in a rhythm
I'm high on the ground, you brother's just tripping
And I'm sipping on this Fanta, and I'm loving it
Maccas run, happy meals all around
You know I'm covered in that warehouse clothing
Fuck all that Gucci shade, you at the club bouncing
I'm at home getting stupid laid
I'm speaking what you already think
I make it look too easy when I spit but that's just the ink
My mouth makes it all link
Rapping like I care I'm sitting here sipping tea
I do not fuck with you, bitch I only fuck with me
Simple as it be you still seem to confuse
Fuck up how my face, I pick and choose, you constantly lose
Get angry by the second, beat your ass up, call it Tekken
Tracks I'm easily wrecking them
Scoring goals David beckham em'
Chicks, you know I be getting them
See the haters and I neck em'
Wait, I haven't earned a single sent from a rap
Yeah
And that's some real shit
Think you rappers cool cause' you say that you deal shit
Stacking up your money and new rims on your wheel shit
Stop lying to yourself, you know that you don't have a deal, shit
And that's some real shit
Think you rappers cool cause' you say that you deal shit
Stacking up your money and new rims on your wheel shit
You're lying to yourself, you know that you don't ever deal, shit
Fam, fuck you, bitch
Aye
