Dana Coppafeel - Brad Pitt lyrics

[Verse 1: Dana Coppafeel] Yeah, check Yeah my sh** is always going to post because I'm after facts You got the Jewish type flow you should Pa**over rap Watch me how I do this My reality show no cameras around just reality flow I can't stop till my salary grows And get a piece of lint And plant seeds where the celery grows I fertilizer and decompose And over scavenger poems f**er I'm on my do or die sh** my one try sh** Look you in the eye b**h My b**h is in the shower cleaning out her privates And when I flip the script it looks like rocket science How I am lifting off I light the L and I mix the cough The final level chillin' with the boss So when you come in contact just expect a loss I spread em out like pizza sauce the pizzeria For beats I eats them all And watch the kid how he teach ‘em all The Good Reverend how I reach em all with The Good Book And good word in the kitchen ya good cook Smoking good herb getting the stoned to the maxamilly I take T-bobs but I asked for chili And big ups to the cats who f**ing with me You'll be the first in the ride when I'm driving Bentley I'd rather give em love than a reason to resent me I giving all the props till the motherf**ers empty [Hook X2] Yeah Cause I'm back up on my rap sh** I make it look good call me Brad Pitt [Interlude] More pizza rolls Vegetarian, grab some of those vegetarian BBQ wings You know what I'm saying, extra cheese Ya throw that up, throw that up Throw that sh** up. (Drugs) [Hook X2] [Scratches] 5000 thousand dollars [Outro] And your mama's ugly Let this one ride Mammyth