This is all
I do
I treat a
Pocahontas like I'm pompous as f*ck
I'm the type to f*ck a bad bitch confidence up
Yeah, you do the most
But you ain't accomplish enough
I'm gettin' head in the sand
Like an ostrich and such
What
You'd think that I shot guys
How my stock rise
Smart with my time, Clockwise
You plot lies, you ain't got ties
Your man a rat, and he caps like hot fries
Too clever
Somebody tell me who better
Damn, I must've not of got the newsletter
Smooth fella, suit tailored, and my new era
Make your boo spread her, two legs
Like it's Nutella
Gold pendant
I always pose with it
Just to rub your nose in it
Like you Eskimo kissed it
Word
Don't care what you heard from no critic
So Riddick Bowe, hit the goals
Bitch I'm prolific
Don't trip, it's the gifted, prolific one
Prolific
Don't trip, it's the gifted, prolific one
You ain't even in my clasa
Don't trip, it's the gifted, prolific one
Prolific
Don't trip, it's the gifted, prolific one
You ain't even in my clasa
Listen, this is an upstaging of sorts
Feel your buzz fading, it's frustrating of course
Enforce every single intricate syllable
Chiseled to, fit in the script just to
Depict you this visual
I deserve me a mausoleum and throne
I need an apology, 'til it's property of my own (facts)
You talk shit from the privacy of your home
You feel like Apollo Creed, from behind the screen of your phone (facts)
Raw cone, to my jawbone
I stay on the grass like a lawn gnome
We all blown, like a trombone
My neck shine like it did time for Sean Combs
See, I'm labeled as the Don Dada
More than amazing
Your label is a nonprofit organization
Like, old Mystikal, this is no limit
So pick and roll with it
Yo bitch, I'm prolific
Don't trip, it's the gifted, prolific one
Prolific
Don't trip, it's the gifted, prolific one
You ain't even in my clasa
Don't trip, it's the gifted, prolific one
Prolific
Don't trip, it's the gifted, prolific one
You ain't even in my clasa
I don't know what kind of man this guy is
But he's tremendously talented
Hatch Wiseguy & Foul Mouth - Prolific (feat. DJ Los) Lyrics
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This is all
I do
I treat a
Pocahontas like I'm pompous as f*ck
I'm the type to f*ck a bad bitch confidence up
Yeah, you do the most
But you ain't accomplish enough
I'm gettin' head in the sand
Like an ostrich and such
What
You'd think that I shot guys
How my stock rise
Smart with my time, Clockwise
You plot lies, you ain't got ties
Your man a rat, and he caps like hot fries
Too clever
Somebody tell me who better
Damn, I must've not of got the newsletter
Smooth fella, suit tailored, and my new era
Make your boo spread her, two legs
Like it's Nutella
Gold pendant
I always pose with it
Just to rub your nose in it
Like you Eskimo kissed it
Word
Don't care what you heard from no critic
So Riddick Bowe, hit the goals
Bitch I'm prolific
Don't trip, it's the gifted, prolific one
Prolific
Don't trip, it's the gifted, prolific one
You ain't even in my clasa
Don't trip, it's the gifted, prolific one
Prolific
Don't trip, it's the gifted, prolific one
You ain't even in my clasa
Listen, this is an upstaging of sorts
Feel your buzz fading, it's frustrating of course
Enforce every single intricate syllable
Chiseled to, fit in the script just to
Depict you this visual
I deserve me a mausoleum and throne
I need an apology, 'til it's property of my own (facts)
You talk shit from the privacy of your home
You feel like Apollo Creed, from behind the screen of your phone (facts)
Raw cone, to my jawbone
I stay on the grass like a lawn gnome
We all blown, like a trombone
My neck shine like it did time for Sean Combs
See, I'm labeled as the Don Dada
More than amazing
Your label is a nonprofit organization
Like, old Mystikal, this is no limit
So pick and roll with it
Yo bitch, I'm prolific
Don't trip, it's the gifted, prolific one
Prolific
Don't trip, it's the gifted, prolific one
You ain't even in my clasa
Don't trip, it's the gifted, prolific one
Prolific
Don't trip, it's the gifted, prolific one
You ain't even in my clasa
I don't know what kind of man this guy is
But he's tremendously talented
I do
I treat a
Pocahontas like I'm pompous as f*ck
I'm the type to f*ck a bad bitch confidence up
Yeah, you do the most
But you ain't accomplish enough
I'm gettin' head in the sand
Like an ostrich and such
What
You'd think that I shot guys
How my stock rise
Smart with my time, Clockwise
You plot lies, you ain't got ties
Your man a rat, and he caps like hot fries
Too clever
Somebody tell me who better
Damn, I must've not of got the newsletter
Smooth fella, suit tailored, and my new era
Make your boo spread her, two legs
Like it's Nutella
Gold pendant
I always pose with it
Just to rub your nose in it
Like you Eskimo kissed it
Word
Don't care what you heard from no critic
So Riddick Bowe, hit the goals
Bitch I'm prolific
Don't trip, it's the gifted, prolific one
Prolific
Don't trip, it's the gifted, prolific one
You ain't even in my clasa
Don't trip, it's the gifted, prolific one
Prolific
Don't trip, it's the gifted, prolific one
You ain't even in my clasa
Listen, this is an upstaging of sorts
Feel your buzz fading, it's frustrating of course
Enforce every single intricate syllable
Chiseled to, fit in the script just to
Depict you this visual
I deserve me a mausoleum and throne
I need an apology, 'til it's property of my own (facts)
You talk shit from the privacy of your home
You feel like Apollo Creed, from behind the screen of your phone (facts)
Raw cone, to my jawbone
I stay on the grass like a lawn gnome
We all blown, like a trombone
My neck shine like it did time for Sean Combs
See, I'm labeled as the Don Dada
More than amazing
Your label is a nonprofit organization
Like, old Mystikal, this is no limit
So pick and roll with it
Yo bitch, I'm prolific
Don't trip, it's the gifted, prolific one
Prolific
Don't trip, it's the gifted, prolific one
You ain't even in my clasa
Don't trip, it's the gifted, prolific one
Prolific
Don't trip, it's the gifted, prolific one
You ain't even in my clasa
I don't know what kind of man this guy is
But he's tremendously talented
Writer: Shane Webb, Carlos Small, Aaron Suarez
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Hatch Wiseguy & Foul Mouth
Language: English
Length: 2:35
Written by: Shane Webb, Carlos Small, Aaron Suarez