PROLIFIC DEAMONS

Lyrics for PROLIFIC DEAMONS

Skrr! Yeah, gunshot on this one, gunshot Yeah, hold tight all my G's making P's legit, yeah? I see you Yeah top this man Even if you're in your office Like, top it, you get me? Make sure your boss knows, innit? That obviously you came up, but used to be from the fuckin' roads Used to be from the fuckin' streets So let 'em know that you're in a Tie, and a suit and shoes and that, yeah? Little shiny shoes but you're from the fucking roads Make man know that your thing, innit Ay, secretly ask your boss what it costs to employ a real G, innit 'Cause I ain't even making no P's from the music ting yet That's how you need to feel right now, yeah? If you can feel it, send me a signal, yeah? Hey, who's that? —Fuck that man Yeah, the studio's mad smoky Mad smoke in the studio I think I said that right, still, but Obviously if it bounce back then you know it's not the right one innit Yeah, next one's a exclusive Yeah man, too much of a war ting going on right now, innit Obviously you gotta, like, Deal with man on-sight when you see 'em, innit But I understand like man's tryna make P's You're tryna put on a little night, little party Little suges and that And then man are coming in with bottles and that Bashing chairs about You're gonna fuck up the ting, you get me? Just, like, wait 'til you get outside, yeah? Like, even furthermore, like, link man on another thing, innit Like, this is a party Man's tryna make P's, yeah? Tryna get a little dance, a little wild with a girl and that And you're all fighting, throwing chairs and that It's not really the one, you get me So obviously just cool it, you get me That's cool, na? Seen?