Pizza lyrics
by Izaya Tiji
[Intro]
(Dawn)
[Chorus]
I don't give a f*ck about nun' of that pizza
Bro sippin' Wock', like he got a goddamn fever
Why the f*ck this b*tch keep trippin', guess I gotta leave her
n*ggas washed up, worn out, look like some t-shirts
[Verse]
These n*ggas just finna make me mad (Mad)
With that ratchet, boy let it hit your ass (Hit your ass, ass)
Look at these lil' n*ggas in the bleachers
Talkin' behind my back, they ain't 'bout it, couldn't keep her
My n*ggas servin' bags bags, I could be a beaver
I want something fast fast, fit up with the zebras (Skrt)
I almost went vegan (Yuh)
I just want the green yeah, I just want the cheese b*tch
I f*ck with a freak b*tch
She gon' f*ck me good, hit the dope like go to sleep b*tch
He say, "Can I get somethin' free?" I do not speak that language
I just need my space b*tch
They see that I'm goin' up, bet they f*ckin' hate it
She say you my favorite
You finna get slayed, b*tch
Meet me back stage if you 'bout to show your face, b*tch
n*ggas under pressure, boy you tripping on some laces
This white ho won't sell me no Percs, I think she racist
Guess I got to face it
Sippin' paint, that sh*t just make me lazy (Let's go)
Congrats on my n*gga, he just had his baby (Let's go)
I need me somethin' fast for the racin' (Let's go)
Bad from the basement, go, yeah
[Chorus]
I don't give a f*ck about nun' of that pizza
Bro sippin' Wock', like he got a goddamn fever
Why the f*ck this b*tch keep trippin', guess I gotta leave her
n*ggas washed up, worn out, look like some t-shirts
I don't give a f*ck about nun' of that pizza
Bro sippin' Wock', like he got a goddamn fever
Why the f*ck this b*tch keep trippin', guess I gotta leave her
n*ggas washed up, worn out, look like some t-shirts