Vinnie Paz, Demoz - Steel Sharpens Steel lyrics
[Vinnie Paz, Demoz - Steel Sharpens Steel lyrics]
Fuck you talking 'bout?
Is you high cause you done lost a nigga?
I got bitches that'll turn you on
Just to off a nigga
Now fuck a whip, whip, fuck a Nae Nae
Nae Nae i keep an AK
Trying to fuck a Kardashian just like a Ray J
Damn, with Taylor Swift recording me
In my new play date
Who's that? That's Kanye West
In my basement now let me ask you something
Why you mad at boy?
Man, I ain't mad at all, matter fact
I wrote this shit, focusing on the Adderall
Every time I'm with your girl
She treat me like a superstar
She be sucking harder than the
Bitches in the hookah bars
Okay, I clap chrome, hit him in his back bone
I'm that thrown, any given holiday
Halloween, mask on, get dragged on
The gas station pump section, match on
This gon' be a rough ride
Very far from Drag-On
You ain't never earned respect, nigga
Yous a nervous wreck
Choke you like a turtle neck
Then pop you like a Percocet
You could never hurdle death
You guaranteed to die, nigga
Don't get out of line, nigga
This ain't just a rhyme, nigga
Fifty-percent of these motherfuckers ain't
Fucking with me
(They ain't fucking with me)
The other fifty-percent of
These motherfuckers, put 'em under for free
(Put 'em under for free)
Money, I ain't playing, I'm just saying
I lay your pussy out
Put 'em under the pavement
I ain't playing
What the fuck is you saying?
Official Pistol Gang
We ain't nothing to play with
My whole team a bunch of muhfucking apes
Gorilla put the llama to your muhfucking face
But I ain't tryna catch
Another muhfucking case
If you wanna make wine
You gotta crush a couple grapes
I know a couple Avalon, know a couple Piru
Got a couple shooters that's
Ensuring my survival
Y'all are writing novels
I'ma write a bible
Vinnie selling gas and it
Coming out the nozzle
And I don't want trouble
I'm just trying to hit a lick
And if it's really drama, money
Hit me on the hip
They tryna give him twenty
'cause they hit him with a brick
He stupid and he know it
So he getting what he get
I got him ducking bullets like
He leaning off a Perc'
If you ain't getting fetti
What's the meaning of the work?
If it ain't the fifteenth
He fiending for the first
I hope you’ll understand it ain't
No grieving in the dirt he murked!
Fifty-percent of these motherfuckers ain't
Fucking with me they ain't fucking with me
The other fifty-percent of
These motherfuckers, put 'em under for free
Put 'em under for free
Money, I ain't playing, I'm just saying
I lay your pussy out
Put 'em under the pavement
I ain't playing
What the fuck is you saying?
Official Pistol Gang
We ain't nothing to play with
Is you high cause you done lost a nigga?
I got bitches that'll turn you on
Just to off a nigga
Now fuck a whip, whip, fuck a Nae Nae
Nae Nae i keep an AK
Trying to fuck a Kardashian just like a Ray J
Damn, with Taylor Swift recording me
In my new play date
Who's that? That's Kanye West
In my basement now let me ask you something
Why you mad at boy?
Man, I ain't mad at all, matter fact
I wrote this shit, focusing on the Adderall
Every time I'm with your girl
She treat me like a superstar
She be sucking harder than the
Bitches in the hookah bars
Okay, I clap chrome, hit him in his back bone
I'm that thrown, any given holiday
Halloween, mask on, get dragged on
The gas station pump section, match on
This gon' be a rough ride
Very far from Drag-On
You ain't never earned respect, nigga
Yous a nervous wreck
Choke you like a turtle neck
Then pop you like a Percocet
You could never hurdle death
You guaranteed to die, nigga
Don't get out of line, nigga
This ain't just a rhyme, nigga
Fifty-percent of these motherfuckers ain't
Fucking with me
(They ain't fucking with me)
The other fifty-percent of
These motherfuckers, put 'em under for free
(Put 'em under for free)
Money, I ain't playing, I'm just saying
I lay your pussy out
Put 'em under the pavement
I ain't playing
What the fuck is you saying?
Official Pistol Gang
We ain't nothing to play with
My whole team a bunch of muhfucking apes
Gorilla put the llama to your muhfucking face
But I ain't tryna catch
Another muhfucking case
If you wanna make wine
You gotta crush a couple grapes
I know a couple Avalon, know a couple Piru
Got a couple shooters that's
Ensuring my survival
Y'all are writing novels
I'ma write a bible
Vinnie selling gas and it
Coming out the nozzle
And I don't want trouble
I'm just trying to hit a lick
And if it's really drama, money
Hit me on the hip
They tryna give him twenty
'cause they hit him with a brick
He stupid and he know it
So he getting what he get
I got him ducking bullets like
He leaning off a Perc'
If you ain't getting fetti
What's the meaning of the work?
If it ain't the fifteenth
He fiending for the first
I hope you’ll understand it ain't
No grieving in the dirt he murked!
Fifty-percent of these motherfuckers ain't
Fucking with me they ain't fucking with me
The other fifty-percent of
These motherfuckers, put 'em under for free
Put 'em under for free
Money, I ain't playing, I'm just saying
I lay your pussy out
Put 'em under the pavement
I ain't playing
What the fuck is you saying?
Official Pistol Gang
We ain't nothing to play with