paroles de chanson Padma (So Buttery) / Beach Life (interlude) - The Kid Daytona

So Buttery put it in the pan let it sizzle
Cook up, watch it come back official
Dish it out let them eat it up till theres nothing left
Respect the top chef
The Bobby Flay of this
Game in this I came in it
Now I chef the flavor shit
Handkerchief, no sweat
Throw the stick out there
Pick out gear play GQ like O.Epps
My zone is flat, mind elevated
Like I'm blowin' the sess
Segegrated from hatred
Everyday in the Matrix
I don't get involved with the bullshit
Status feed then I step off
Smooth criminal, white suit
Sue (?) if I'ts ok if we dos this
Loose lips sink ships
I put the trith in your pink slip
Hold it down, you'll benifit
I've been the shit so I'ts imminent you could smell me
My penmanship on a sick pig is very healthy
Killed them all in every verse
So the competition is dead and gone
Hasen't rained for how ever long
You boys get the picture, no Eddie Long
Fuck the world for the win
Since Slim had waves on the Spin
Young nigga with the boyish grin