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pizza boy. - xtra sauce. كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
yeah, i woke up with a bone to pick
senpai better notice this
i cut my hair, i code-switched
i fake-smiled, i posed for pics
i hope this is what y’all want, ‘cause if not, somebody lied
most of these fucks just wing it, and even worse, they’re on that boneless shit
spineless shit
basic shit
then try to question if i’m legit
no, i’m legitimate, spell it all out
admit that my scrotum been fell in y’all mouth
swish it around; i remember your face, and i picture it now: disbelief
and now they have to picture me dabbin’ on ‘em
i hit the quan, then hit the sheets
wake up to my dream now; vision never went sideways
i stayed centered; your vision’s like flushed toilets: ain’t shit to see
the fame game wasn’t meant for me, but i still play it on legendary
she looks so legendary, i’m pullin’ up like pistol pete
you’re more kerry kittles, think: where are you now?
what have you done lately?
that’s why you have beef with me, it ain’t mystery meat
i did this on purpose
to make you feel worthless
you made this, i just serve it
extra sauce, i’m swervin’

[hook]
marinara drippin’, leakin’ all on the paper
i got that marinara drippin’, leakin’ all on the paper
i got that marinara drippin’, leakin’ all on the paper
i got that marinara drippin’, leakin’ all on the paper
i got that marinara drippin’, oh, it’s leakin’ on the paper
got that marinara drippin’, oh, it’s leakin’ on the paper
got that marinara drippin’, oh, it’s leakin’ on the paper
got that marinara drippin’, oh, it’s leakin’ on the paper

[verse 2]
i treat a pen like the elder wand; i swish, flick, you gravitate
my hat tilted, my robe fleek, my shit sway like calloway
i have to say, i look d-mn fine, and y’all do too; glad you came
they want me with no fan club
plottin’ on my plan ‘cause i’m zonin’, ya’ boy a ronin’, alone with my sk!ll
they say i’m shameful, and they don’t want it, they hope it’s concealed
they’re just upset ‘cause i bow to no one, and know that i’m ill
with this utensil, i’m like a missile, i home in and k!ll
….. target acquired
that’s my outfit, pardon the fire
they tried to wash my spirit, i put my heart in the dryer
now i’m back to put your billboard charts in the fryer

- pizza boy

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