"Piano Tiles 2" lyrics
Armani West, 6arelyhuman & Cortisa Star Lyrics
Wockhardt, JANECOCAINE exclusive
Damn, Mani Montana, bitch
Damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit, like I'm runnin' presidential
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental
Like damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit, like I'm runnin' presidential
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental
Damn, why bitches pressin' on my keys?
Said he tryna do the birds that be comin' with the bees
If you tryna do a race, then I'm winnin' with the ease
I be walkin' around his house, you be ridin' on your knees
I'm a bitch, I'm a freak, seven days of the week
They go bring me up and shit, but I'm in the bed sleep
If I tell her man a secret, it's a secret he gon' keep
Ain't no faith in their relation, I'm just tryin' to—
I'm not finished
Throw it back, keep my peace
Go and give him somethin' to eat
He be grinnin' really happy when he's suckin' on my feet
Sip my tea, push a P all over the magazines
Say it wasn't what it was, but it was what had to be
Quarantine, real clean, washin' her like a machine
I ain't fuckin' with these bitches, don't care if they fuck with me
I'm a king, I'm a queen, and everything in between
She had a clout chaser chick, do anything for the streams
Damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit, like I'm runnin' presidential
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental
Like damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit, like I'm runnin' presidential (Yeah, uh)
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental
Like damn, bitch, I don't even rap
Bitch, you wanna see me dance? Hold up, I'ma make it clap
He gon' do what I say with the sound of a snap
Heard you lookin' messy, I'm in your man's lap
I'm bossy, wanna talk to me? That's classy
And you a weirdo, I'ma call you Bill Cosby
Never rest, stay up, don't cross me
Step to the side, I'm the life of the party
Guess I'm really that bitch (Yeah)
Pressin' on my keys, you could never touch this (What?)
You are so obsessed with how my mic sit
Keep it cute and keep it mute, end of discussion (Yeah)
Like damn, guess I'm really that bitch (What?)
Pressin' on my keys, you could never touch this (Uh)
You are so obsessed with how my mic sit
Keep it cute and keep it mute, end of discussion
Damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit, like I'm runnin' presidential
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental
Like damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit, like I'm runnin' presidential
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental
Trio of the year, bitch, we go crazy, yeah, we mental
Hoes be playin' in my face, they pussy cheap, we call it rental
And the streets said you a fairy, you know her, bitch, you be gentle
Yea-yea-yeah, I'm pretty in the face and bitches say they love my freckles
I be poppin' hella drugs, so every day, it's existential
I'm still poppin' titties, bitch, so I'm acting real parental
Bitches love me when I'm spinnin', I go crazy when I'm heated
Bitches always gaggin' from my shit so they all stayin' seated
Why you leave a hate comment but when I talk you go delete it?
Know that you a loser, now you fear, you in fucking pieces
MP clippin' bitches that be stupid, bodies turn to pieces
Know we rappin' supersonic, faster than they fuckin' beat us
What? What? Th-th-three bad bitches
We up, u-u-up, hundreds of bands in our tutt, tu-tu-tutt
These bitches wanna be us, us
Promise, we don't give a fuck
Damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit, like I'm runnin' presidential
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental
Like damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit, like I'm runnin' presidential
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental
Like damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
Like damn, why bitches pressin' my piano? (Damn, damn, damn)
Why bitches pressin' my piano?
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental
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Damn, Mani Montana, bitch
Damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit, like I'm runnin' presidential
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental
Like damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit, like I'm runnin' presidential
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental
Damn, why bitches pressin' on my keys?
Said he tryna do the birds that be comin' with the bees
If you tryna do a race, then I'm winnin' with the ease
I be walkin' around his house, you be ridin' on your knees
I'm a bitch, I'm a freak, seven days of the week
They go bring me up and shit, but I'm in the bed sleep
If I tell her man a secret, it's a secret he gon' keep
Ain't no faith in their relation, I'm just tryin' to—
I'm not finished
Throw it back, keep my peace
Go and give him somethin' to eat
He be grinnin' really happy when he's suckin' on my feet
Sip my tea, push a P all over the magazines
Say it wasn't what it was, but it was what had to be
Quarantine, real clean, washin' her like a machine
I ain't fuckin' with these bitches, don't care if they fuck with me
I'm a king, I'm a queen, and everything in between
She had a clout chaser chick, do anything for the streams
Damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit, like I'm runnin' presidential
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental
Like damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit, like I'm runnin' presidential (Yeah, uh)
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental
Like damn, bitch, I don't even rap
Bitch, you wanna see me dance? Hold up, I'ma make it clap
He gon' do what I say with the sound of a snap
Heard you lookin' messy, I'm in your man's lap
I'm bossy, wanna talk to me? That's classy
And you a weirdo, I'ma call you Bill Cosby
Never rest, stay up, don't cross me
Step to the side, I'm the life of the party
Guess I'm really that bitch (Yeah)
Pressin' on my keys, you could never touch this (What?)
You are so obsessed with how my mic sit
Keep it cute and keep it mute, end of discussion (Yeah)
Like damn, guess I'm really that bitch (What?)
Pressin' on my keys, you could never touch this (Uh)
You are so obsessed with how my mic sit
Keep it cute and keep it mute, end of discussion
Damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit, like I'm runnin' presidential
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental
Like damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit, like I'm runnin' presidential
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental
Trio of the year, bitch, we go crazy, yeah, we mental
Hoes be playin' in my face, they pussy cheap, we call it rental
And the streets said you a fairy, you know her, bitch, you be gentle
Yea-yea-yeah, I'm pretty in the face and bitches say they love my freckles
I be poppin' hella drugs, so every day, it's existential
I'm still poppin' titties, bitch, so I'm acting real parental
Bitches love me when I'm spinnin', I go crazy when I'm heated
Bitches always gaggin' from my shit so they all stayin' seated
Why you leave a hate comment but when I talk you go delete it?
Know that you a loser, now you fear, you in fucking pieces
MP clippin' bitches that be stupid, bodies turn to pieces
Know we rappin' supersonic, faster than they fuckin' beat us
What? What? Th-th-three bad bitches
We up, u-u-up, hundreds of bands in our tutt, tu-tu-tutt
These bitches wanna be us, us
Promise, we don't give a fuck
Damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit, like I'm runnin' presidential
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental
Like damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit, like I'm runnin' presidential
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental
Like damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
Like damn, why bitches pressin' my piano? (Damn, damn, damn)
Why bitches pressin' my piano?
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental
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