Lyrics: Plor Jes
Music: Plor Jes
Arranger: BLUE4EVER
Ayo, look
I don't wanna have so many fake frieds(Yeah)
Too many double standards around me(Yeah)
They're so fking silly, I don't even care(Huh)
These fking fake guy should be under my feet(Humm)
Don't watch moments and don't like it(Yeah)
Beach, if you do this I fking hate you(Ya)
Who the fking kidding you“What the fk?”
I step on the gas and fking kill you
You were admiring me, I accept with pleasure
Since when do you have no feelings for me
Are you all right? Persecutory type?
Lifes must be hard, It's all right?(Yeah)
Even if I well, none talk to me
And in the man can't put the thief I hast about
I learn more and more, for my rapping talent
Just break you down, ascend the throne
Go to the meaning, go the beach you take
When will I become a millionaire
Why do I have to see your face every day?
And then I have to do the fking fake smile
If I shitted on'em, better than you
And you're gonna be a fking mad asshole
The pussy on your face, You can lick lick
D on your tongue, let's go deepthroat
Fake fake fake fake, I don't understand fake fake
I said to my mixer“Do fking this hey”
Why are you doin' fking like this?(Why)
I drove the drop top take a ride around(Humm)
Cut the bullshit, shut the fk up
High in the rise, step on your face(Ya)
“rap boy No.1, I am PJs”
What the fkin' sayin' like this?(What)
My life is very dull, no cap
Cream is for the life, cap cap
My style is changeable, yeah yeah
You can't steal my style, yeah yeah
I'm not here to beg, mad mad(Wassup)
Don't fking spy on my wechat(No)
You beaches on my around, yeah yeah
I must be the S hole, called lit be“darling”
They have all kinds of questions, who give S
I picked up the pen and I want wrote the rap S
I don't wanna fk with you(They had thot S)
Come on the guy, so much fun
Can't keep up with my rhythm, only regress
Control my mind, don't think about it
I ain't not the toy, don't think about it
Yo
Beach, are you get mad?
Who the fking made you mad again?(Yeah?)
Come on come on, I'll put it in my song
Yo
(Put a D in your mouth)
Fake fake fake fake, I don't understand fake fake
I said to my mixer“Do fking this hey ay”
Why are you doin' fking like this? Why
I drove the drop top take a ride around(Ya)
Cut the bullshit, shut the fk up
High in the rise, step on your face
“rap boy No.1, I am PJs”
I wanna make a living alone(Ya)
Keeping my former glory
All these fake friendships go the fking hell(Yuh)
I'm the top one, rap boy No.1
rap boy No.1
rap boy No.1
Yaaah