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Prick Video (MV)




Performed By: 585Bug
Language: English
Length: 1:23
Written by: Rondell Haer




585Bug - Prick Lyrics
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I'm feeling silly sending people where he stay
I know he hide and stay with bitches, keep himself out harm's way
Let it be known that he a bitch, he what a rat is to a snake
And when he get back we gon' serve him on a plate of bitch fillet
It's like a game but you can never call me Xbox, I don't play
He send a diss, I have my youngins outside of his house that day
Put on my people, let em know the way I'm coming, it just ain't safe
I got some money so they sayin, now it's f*ck what people say
I let em criticize me, talkin' down on me, that just ain't nice
They said to me that if I wanna be the boss then it's a price
So I said Christ, cuz I will never sell my soul, that just ain't right
So they said do your thing but I been doing that my whole damn life
And now they know cuz I can never be the one that go out back
They think I'm sad but I been getting money, f*ck what I just had
I think they know I'm great and that's the reason I been in my bag
Think they in front of me but I just lapped em, I'm just running track
You can't trust nobody, not even that little boy you call a friend
Cuz they gon' say they really got you but gon' snake you in the end
Like when you get a stolen car cuz you could really change the VIN
And ain't nobody gonna notice, see how easy that shit is
Like the game of life, you fold, you get less cash than it's over
And I could barely even see cuz I been puffin' so much clover
And when my mans died I had called his phone a hundred times for closure
And if they hear me, they gon' listen, I been screaming, just free Tony
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I'm feeling silly sending people where he stay
I know he hide and stay with bitches, keep himself out harm's way
Let it be known that he a bitch, he what a rat is to a snake
And when he get back we gon' serve him on a plate of bitch fillet
It's like a game but you can never call me Xbox, I don't play
He send a diss, I have my youngins outside of his house that day
Put on my people, let em know the way I'm coming, it just ain't safe
I got some money so they sayin, now it's f*ck what people say
I let em criticize me, talkin' down on me, that just ain't nice
They said to me that if I wanna be the boss then it's a price
So I said Christ, cuz I will never sell my soul, that just ain't right
So they said do your thing but I been doing that my whole damn life
And now they know cuz I can never be the one that go out back
They think I'm sad but I been getting money, f*ck what I just had
I think they know I'm great and that's the reason I been in my bag
Think they in front of me but I just lapped em, I'm just running track
You can't trust nobody, not even that little boy you call a friend
Cuz they gon' say they really got you but gon' snake you in the end
Like when you get a stolen car cuz you could really change the VIN
And ain't nobody gonna notice, see how easy that shit is
Like the game of life, you fold, you get less cash than it's over
And I could barely even see cuz I been puffin' so much clover
And when my mans died I had called his phone a hundred times for closure
And if they hear me, they gon' listen, I been screaming, just free Tony
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Writer: Rondell Haer
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