Attila - Guilty Pleasure lyrics
[Attila - Guilty Pleasure lyrics]
I know what it is
Y'all motherfuckers don't gotta tell me
I see you hatin' down there
In your momma's basement
Eatin' your big ole bag o' Cheetos
Greasy ass fingers smashin' hateful
Shit into your keyboards
I know you're mad at me
But, I love y'all motherfuckers
I know you're jam this fucking album
This your fuckin' shit! HA!
A-A-A-A-All these motherfuckers wanna
Be like me
I'm having a grand ole fuckin' time so
Come and get you a piece
You wanna try me motherfucker
Yeah-well nothings for free
You gotta pay the fuckin'
Price determinations the fee
Yeah all these newcomers try to copy my shit
I'm telling 'em fuck it fuck it suck
It you're just not that legit
You cannot hang motherfucker so just
Stick to your niche
You'll never do it like I do
'cause you're a boohoo ass bitch
I'm going crazy, and circumstance is to
Blame, between these sleepless nights
Working all goddamn day aw shit
Success has come with a price so when you're
Contemplating fame you should take my advice
Listen: You've gotta be yourself, you've
Got to break the mold
Personalities are valuable
Every single day and every single night
Jealous people will try to bring you down
Balls to the wall if you're a real OG
Hold it down go hard always stay bitch-free
Never let a motherfucker try to
Get in the way and if they ever try to stop
You slap 'em in the face
So mentally violent
This is a game you cannot win you couldn't
Handle all the shit I see and hear
So fucking go
Fucking assholes and undeserving cunts
Riding on a cloud of luck
Until that luck runs out fuck
Let me see you put it down
Hard work and dedication that's
What makes an OG
Get the fuck outta the game if
You thought this shit was free
I got your bitch in front of me
And she be sucking this D
I give her an extra point
She calls me Lord Referee
Banging down south but I can't guarantee
That I'll meet you in my city
But, I'll hit you with the weed
Racks in the back seat, hoes on their knees
Saying I'm their guilty pleasure but
Their boyfriend hates me
Y'all motherfuckers don't gotta tell me
I see you hatin' down there
In your momma's basement
Eatin' your big ole bag o' Cheetos
Greasy ass fingers smashin' hateful
Shit into your keyboards
I know you're mad at me
But, I love y'all motherfuckers
I know you're jam this fucking album
This your fuckin' shit! HA!
A-A-A-A-All these motherfuckers wanna
Be like me
I'm having a grand ole fuckin' time so
Come and get you a piece
You wanna try me motherfucker
Yeah-well nothings for free
You gotta pay the fuckin'
Price determinations the fee
Yeah all these newcomers try to copy my shit
I'm telling 'em fuck it fuck it suck
It you're just not that legit
You cannot hang motherfucker so just
Stick to your niche
You'll never do it like I do
'cause you're a boohoo ass bitch
I'm going crazy, and circumstance is to
Blame, between these sleepless nights
Working all goddamn day aw shit
Success has come with a price so when you're
Contemplating fame you should take my advice
Listen: You've gotta be yourself, you've
Got to break the mold
Personalities are valuable
Every single day and every single night
Jealous people will try to bring you down
Balls to the wall if you're a real OG
Hold it down go hard always stay bitch-free
Never let a motherfucker try to
Get in the way and if they ever try to stop
You slap 'em in the face
So mentally violent
This is a game you cannot win you couldn't
Handle all the shit I see and hear
So fucking go
Fucking assholes and undeserving cunts
Riding on a cloud of luck
Until that luck runs out fuck
Let me see you put it down
Hard work and dedication that's
What makes an OG
Get the fuck outta the game if
You thought this shit was free
I got your bitch in front of me
And she be sucking this D
I give her an extra point
She calls me Lord Referee
Banging down south but I can't guarantee
That I'll meet you in my city
But, I'll hit you with the weed
Racks in the back seat, hoes on their knees
Saying I'm their guilty pleasure but
Their boyfriend hates me