Peas porridge in the pot, peas porridge in the pot, peas porridge in the pot
Nine days old
Peas porridge in the pot, peas porridge in the pot, peas porridge in the pot
Nine days old
Let me show you how I get it get it
These other rappers pathetic pathetic
And they gone' need a medic when I'm done with them
F*ckin' up any one of them
Anytime that they want it, I'm talkin shit put a drum to him
She wanna licky licky, she actin' like she in love with him
I got the sticky icky, I always gotta be blunt wit'em
Count up all my problems right at the end of the day
See my enemies at the bar and go and get drunk with'em
I'm always proper proper you spinnin' like helicopters
As fast as Murcielagos, got bottles poppin' no vodka
We tryin' to party party we celebrate gettin' hardy
You tell the way that I'm starting to elevate from my body
That I'm on a different level, I'll level you kid in general
You generally shouldn't have stepped in the ring, you never knew
I was a master at rappin', put rappin' on a pedestal
Got my passion intact but I be lackin' in the revenue, f*ck it
I don't think they want no problem problems
You know that I'm on an island when rhyme and times I could be kind of violent
Sirens blarin' on the scene and people yell "You wildin wildin!"
That's what happens when you got some anger and you high as I am
Fly as Zion, when it's close I don't try to tie'em
I just be yellin' "BEEP BEEP!" and start flyin' by'em
Flyin' flyin' till you bitches see me in the sky wit diamonds.
Private eye of rhymin' never try to under-mind my clients
So they knowin' that I'm bout' it bout' it
Without a doubt if I'm in a battle, they gone' crowd around it.
F*ck all the chatter and yada yada I have to clown it
I would get mad and if not I gotta just laugh about it
Half that doubted me couldn't live long enough to rap about it
Rap about shit that you couldn't fathom with a class about it
Mathematics, I just be addin' addin' I'm charismatic
Got tricks up my sleeve and I never seem to run out of magic
Peas porridge in the pot, peas porridge in the pot, peas porridge in the pot
Nine days old
Peas porridge in the pot, peas porridge in the pot, peas porridge in the pot
Nine days old
C-Nature - Somethin' for the Kids Lyrics
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Peas porridge in the pot, peas porridge in the pot, peas porridge in the pot
Nine days old
Peas porridge in the pot, peas porridge in the pot, peas porridge in the pot
Nine days old
Let me show you how I get it get it
These other rappers pathetic pathetic
And they gone' need a medic when I'm done with them
F*ckin' up any one of them
Anytime that they want it, I'm talkin shit put a drum to him
She wanna licky licky, she actin' like she in love with him
I got the sticky icky, I always gotta be blunt wit'em
Count up all my problems right at the end of the day
See my enemies at the bar and go and get drunk with'em
I'm always proper proper you spinnin' like helicopters
As fast as Murcielagos, got bottles poppin' no vodka
We tryin' to party party we celebrate gettin' hardy
You tell the way that I'm starting to elevate from my body
That I'm on a different level, I'll level you kid in general
You generally shouldn't have stepped in the ring, you never knew
I was a master at rappin', put rappin' on a pedestal
Got my passion intact but I be lackin' in the revenue, f*ck it
I don't think they want no problem problems
You know that I'm on an island when rhyme and times I could be kind of violent
Sirens blarin' on the scene and people yell "You wildin wildin!"
That's what happens when you got some anger and you high as I am
Fly as Zion, when it's close I don't try to tie'em
I just be yellin' "BEEP BEEP!" and start flyin' by'em
Flyin' flyin' till you bitches see me in the sky wit diamonds.
Private eye of rhymin' never try to under-mind my clients
So they knowin' that I'm bout' it bout' it
Without a doubt if I'm in a battle, they gone' crowd around it.
F*ck all the chatter and yada yada I have to clown it
I would get mad and if not I gotta just laugh about it
Half that doubted me couldn't live long enough to rap about it
Rap about shit that you couldn't fathom with a class about it
Mathematics, I just be addin' addin' I'm charismatic
Got tricks up my sleeve and I never seem to run out of magic
Peas porridge in the pot, peas porridge in the pot, peas porridge in the pot
Nine days old
Peas porridge in the pot, peas porridge in the pot, peas porridge in the pot
Nine days old
Nine days old
Peas porridge in the pot, peas porridge in the pot, peas porridge in the pot
Nine days old
Let me show you how I get it get it
These other rappers pathetic pathetic
And they gone' need a medic when I'm done with them
F*ckin' up any one of them
Anytime that they want it, I'm talkin shit put a drum to him
She wanna licky licky, she actin' like she in love with him
I got the sticky icky, I always gotta be blunt wit'em
Count up all my problems right at the end of the day
See my enemies at the bar and go and get drunk with'em
I'm always proper proper you spinnin' like helicopters
As fast as Murcielagos, got bottles poppin' no vodka
We tryin' to party party we celebrate gettin' hardy
You tell the way that I'm starting to elevate from my body
That I'm on a different level, I'll level you kid in general
You generally shouldn't have stepped in the ring, you never knew
I was a master at rappin', put rappin' on a pedestal
Got my passion intact but I be lackin' in the revenue, f*ck it
I don't think they want no problem problems
You know that I'm on an island when rhyme and times I could be kind of violent
Sirens blarin' on the scene and people yell "You wildin wildin!"
That's what happens when you got some anger and you high as I am
Fly as Zion, when it's close I don't try to tie'em
I just be yellin' "BEEP BEEP!" and start flyin' by'em
Flyin' flyin' till you bitches see me in the sky wit diamonds.
Private eye of rhymin' never try to under-mind my clients
So they knowin' that I'm bout' it bout' it
Without a doubt if I'm in a battle, they gone' crowd around it.
F*ck all the chatter and yada yada I have to clown it
I would get mad and if not I gotta just laugh about it
Half that doubted me couldn't live long enough to rap about it
Rap about shit that you couldn't fathom with a class about it
Mathematics, I just be addin' addin' I'm charismatic
Got tricks up my sleeve and I never seem to run out of magic
Peas porridge in the pot, peas porridge in the pot, peas porridge in the pot
Nine days old
Peas porridge in the pot, peas porridge in the pot, peas porridge in the pot
Nine days old
Writer: Stephen Bloom
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid