David Onafowora - Pancakes lyrics

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David Onafowora - Pancakes lyrics

[Verse 1: Zilla] Fixed a plate of pancakes my stomach ain't acting right They k**ed my n***a Billy lost my motherf**ing appetite Hillsborough life getting too deep Nightmares every night been on my mind for two weeks But God bless his soul, he's in a better place now If I ever catch his k**er, leave that n***a faced down Hit the geeb to relax these nerves Its action on sight can't relax these verbs Started freestyling tracks, n***as thought I wasn't spitting But I'm back with these writtens, to leave you sh**ting, that's a given On a mission to go missing till you listen I'll be pissing off... Labels, fake rappers and fables n***as that say they selling caine, but really they ain't able The money is on the table, you motherf**er Reach for it put you through it like a f**ing Dudley Brother Now that's 3D so I'm right up in our face You should ask Riordan before you invite me to your place Cause I been known to wreck sh** Get wreckless Let my dick hang like my necklace, b**hes getting neglected No time for that, trying to make this album epic Pancakes And Bacon, listen to this sh** at breakfast Right after you wake and bake If you need a great escape Hip Hop been slacking but trust me I'm here to raise the stakes Like beef on a ladder, TLC Match Waterfall the geeb, bringing TLC back [HOOK] I don't trust to many n***as, I'm avoiding all the handshakes Feeling down, so I'm drinking till I can't stand straight I was taught to keep it real, never been a damn fake I'm just rapping I ain't trapping, all I flip is pancakes All I flip is pancakes All I flips is pancakes All I flip is pancakes [Verse 2] Went from ReRack to bean bag, I'm sitting comfy Went from rehab to knee scab, I'm peeling money You n***as still just funny, evil laugh evil laugh f** with Zilla if you want, I beat yo a** beat yo a** Go ahead and call the cops They come to me, I call the shots MLB, NBA, NFL I ball a lot Ya'll should stop I got a lot of sh** to say n***a give me a book Ya'll f**ing thots, I'm trying to wife Olivia Cooke Cause she's gorge and that accent is so damn s**y Somebody tweet her my number and tell the b**h to text me Rap game Norman Bates Ignoring hate, who*es get raped Lying a** rappers get your motherf**ing story straight I got a glory ache, I'm really really proud Smoking on that megaphone its really really loud HUH?! I went deaf for a minutes I don't trust hoes, I ain't have s** a minutes Disrespcting them critics Not investing in gimmicks Its like everybody raps now, this sh** is so ridiculous First n***a from the Burbs hitting you with lyrics Bars after bars now these hood n***as feel it Hip Hop to the soul man I got Biggie spirit Local celeb, Twitter get the blue check for me @LacrossePinny n***a tell you b**h to check for me Better chill we get foul and here its no referee I rep Boro to the motherf**ing d**h of me I'm so 908 you gotta k** me here If you ever looking for me b**h I will be here TSC is an army, Navy Seal me here T$C is an army Navy Seal me here The last b**h I f**ed was Kaylee She dumped me two years ago and she hates me So that should tell you where my mind been lately Focused on this music give a f** about vagina Smoked out playing beats chilling in recliners Need a reminder, why no one is illa All these rappers pray to me, that's why they call me God.......Zilla n***a!