Chuuwee - Pissin' Me Off lyrics
[Chuuwee - Pissin' Me Off lyrics]
You pissing me off! You making me mad!
You faking the funk! You faking bad!
You pissing me off!
Well if it isn't Mr "Me Too"
Said he had a flow like a ski dude
Those doo doo ass rhymes
You were kicking back in pre-school
Fake MCs, I can't get down with
Look see through
They rap about their wardrobe
Look like the prequel
I'm lethal, with pencils
And anything that you speak to
You better be keeping it real
When you speak to
A G like me, if she likes me
It's off with their clothing
'For you know it
You'll be tweeting me saying "It's
Nice to meet you" i be cool
They crack when the pressure get applied
Roll the L
I got to put the essence in the sky
The defendant has arrived
He's in question for his lies on the mic
I be kicking like a blessing in disguise
You have met with your demise
What it be like?!
Getting brothas off with that Bruce Lee high
You jacked my see light
It be like that sometimes
I can't control but it's damn sho' for real
Never bogus when I flow it, never 'voke it
Don't know how you niggas made it
Everything you created was that fake shit
They hardly played it
Stay kicking that fail shit fragrant
I don't play with kids
I'm a grown as man you on some baby shit
Everyday we get in the studio and make a hit
Swear I got the skill to
Make a Christian turn atheist
Couldn't handle it, couldn't take it
They see me and they start shaking
Man quit with all that damn faking!
(Man here come this bitch ass nigga man)
Ah fuck man, it's you again
I don't fuck with them
I only get down with hooligans
Extra moody yo ass clowns
Whistling booty holes
Niggas got fucked by they label, smooth roll
Who flows the dope
And won't ever lose control
You in the slow lane, I be on cruise control
Don't abuse the mic, spit the coolest flows
Hands in the sky, just let the music go
All my raps speak for me
You let somebody tweet for you
And you never been in the streets homie
I'm yawning
Cause yo whole little speech boring
You make it rain in the
Club but your beats foggy, no money
I never seen such a weak crony
Yes men got you fooled you ain't even knowing
How bad you flow is, God damn your bogus
While I'm so explosive and still
On that west coast shit
You faking the funk! You faking bad!
You pissing me off!
Well if it isn't Mr "Me Too"
Said he had a flow like a ski dude
Those doo doo ass rhymes
You were kicking back in pre-school
Fake MCs, I can't get down with
Look see through
They rap about their wardrobe
Look like the prequel
I'm lethal, with pencils
And anything that you speak to
You better be keeping it real
When you speak to
A G like me, if she likes me
It's off with their clothing
'For you know it
You'll be tweeting me saying "It's
Nice to meet you" i be cool
They crack when the pressure get applied
Roll the L
I got to put the essence in the sky
The defendant has arrived
He's in question for his lies on the mic
I be kicking like a blessing in disguise
You have met with your demise
What it be like?!
Getting brothas off with that Bruce Lee high
You jacked my see light
It be like that sometimes
I can't control but it's damn sho' for real
Never bogus when I flow it, never 'voke it
Don't know how you niggas made it
Everything you created was that fake shit
They hardly played it
Stay kicking that fail shit fragrant
I don't play with kids
I'm a grown as man you on some baby shit
Everyday we get in the studio and make a hit
Swear I got the skill to
Make a Christian turn atheist
Couldn't handle it, couldn't take it
They see me and they start shaking
Man quit with all that damn faking!
(Man here come this bitch ass nigga man)
Ah fuck man, it's you again
I don't fuck with them
I only get down with hooligans
Extra moody yo ass clowns
Whistling booty holes
Niggas got fucked by they label, smooth roll
Who flows the dope
And won't ever lose control
You in the slow lane, I be on cruise control
Don't abuse the mic, spit the coolest flows
Hands in the sky, just let the music go
All my raps speak for me
You let somebody tweet for you
And you never been in the streets homie
I'm yawning
Cause yo whole little speech boring
You make it rain in the
Club but your beats foggy, no money
I never seen such a weak crony
Yes men got you fooled you ain't even knowing
How bad you flow is, God damn your bogus
While I'm so explosive and still
On that west coast shit