P Money - Guest List (Part 1) lyrics
[P Money - Guest List Part 1 lyrics]
Man wanna clash me? Man better
Fill up their tank
Cuh it's a long one-way road
Shoutout Skepta, man, NY's on the map
#BugzyMalone
I bet you didn't get it, spell it out slow
Bredders put me in my John Wayne zone
Got me out here looking for man on my own
Konan sword, walking the long way home
Top boy now, I crept in as a youngen
Dan with the flows, I've got dozens
Got a bloodline full of bosses and presidents
Christenings full of some certified cousins
Love this baby that wasn't even planned
More reason to not rate my dad
Lock into #GrimeTime, Radio 1
I don't wanna hear how you missed our jam
Love and vibes, maximum jokes
Back in the UK, man know I don't smoke
But when I'm stressed
I go 'Dam with Joe's grinder
Fresh trim plus weed and roach
Sitting on the square with a zoot on my ear
One finished, put another one to my lips
Airing phone calls, but I'm on my emails
Chatting to Fran, accepting gigs
I ain't a smoker so I get dizzy
You can find this boy in the corner (lit)
Man ain't no cameo, turn of your camera
Before you get a big nasty one on your lip
No lay lay whenever I get vexed
One guy tried it back in Stratford Rex
But, you know what happened next
(Bu-Bu-Bang) Sound effects
Man, don't try it with me, it's long cause
Beat up you and the feds, I'm bonkers
Watch man stutter when I
Bring out the conkers
They ain't seen a real one
Like this in yonkers
Anyway, back to the tour life, G
Dynamite for those that wanna envy
Hotel room right next to my DJ
Knocked on the door, "Yo J, it's M-E"
It's like everybody tryna get P
Now the boydem tryna target me
I can't even chill out at my bredrin's yard
I got a text saying "feds just stormed Z's"
Mad slap, pay attention, oi
They're really out here tryna section boys
I've been real since Charizard and Blastoise
(you get me?) every year, I get hotter
To book me, there's gotta be a comma
Not pay me!? Why would you bother?
Tomorrow's headline? Shotty Horroh
Pap pap, turn man into meat loaf
Get my Drake on, make you a Meek joke
Say you're innocent
But my arrow's pointing at you man
When I pick up my Sneakbo so clear off
About you soundboys wanna be the boss
Gassed off of Charlie
But they all turn into sloths
As soon as their high wears off
Been sick from young, nobody taught me
I beat 'nuff gyal, gone past 40
Paranoid introducing my girl
Like this boy better not
Know my shorty, please
Fill up their tank
Cuh it's a long one-way road
Shoutout Skepta, man, NY's on the map
#BugzyMalone
I bet you didn't get it, spell it out slow
Bredders put me in my John Wayne zone
Got me out here looking for man on my own
Konan sword, walking the long way home
Top boy now, I crept in as a youngen
Dan with the flows, I've got dozens
Got a bloodline full of bosses and presidents
Christenings full of some certified cousins
Love this baby that wasn't even planned
More reason to not rate my dad
Lock into #GrimeTime, Radio 1
I don't wanna hear how you missed our jam
Love and vibes, maximum jokes
Back in the UK, man know I don't smoke
But when I'm stressed
I go 'Dam with Joe's grinder
Fresh trim plus weed and roach
Sitting on the square with a zoot on my ear
One finished, put another one to my lips
Airing phone calls, but I'm on my emails
Chatting to Fran, accepting gigs
I ain't a smoker so I get dizzy
You can find this boy in the corner (lit)
Man ain't no cameo, turn of your camera
Before you get a big nasty one on your lip
No lay lay whenever I get vexed
One guy tried it back in Stratford Rex
But, you know what happened next
(Bu-Bu-Bang) Sound effects
Man, don't try it with me, it's long cause
Beat up you and the feds, I'm bonkers
Watch man stutter when I
Bring out the conkers
They ain't seen a real one
Like this in yonkers
Anyway, back to the tour life, G
Dynamite for those that wanna envy
Hotel room right next to my DJ
Knocked on the door, "Yo J, it's M-E"
It's like everybody tryna get P
Now the boydem tryna target me
I can't even chill out at my bredrin's yard
I got a text saying "feds just stormed Z's"
Mad slap, pay attention, oi
They're really out here tryna section boys
I've been real since Charizard and Blastoise
(you get me?) every year, I get hotter
To book me, there's gotta be a comma
Not pay me!? Why would you bother?
Tomorrow's headline? Shotty Horroh
Pap pap, turn man into meat loaf
Get my Drake on, make you a Meek joke
Say you're innocent
But my arrow's pointing at you man
When I pick up my Sneakbo so clear off
About you soundboys wanna be the boss
Gassed off of Charlie
But they all turn into sloths
As soon as their high wears off
Been sick from young, nobody taught me
I beat 'nuff gyal, gone past 40
Paranoid introducing my girl
Like this boy better not
Know my shorty, please