Текст песни Pulp - King Tee
This
the
juice,
this
the
squeeze
This
the
pulp,
this
the
stream
This
the
dinner
for
you
rats
I
serve
a
platter
full
of
cheese
This
the
money,
this
the
car
This
the
luxury
I
ball
This
them
money
conversations
Pick
the
phone
up,
got
no
call
This
not
a
joke,
this
is
for
real
Calling
up
ADIDAS,
I
got
a
deal
Gimme
a
week,
and
I′ll
make
a
mill
Cook
up
in
the
kitchen,
grits
for
a
meal
Grits
for
a
meal,
I
am
the
meal
Body
on
meh,
but
my
bars
are
for
real
Call
me
The
King
cause
I
find
that
ideal
I'm
whipping
it
fast
in
my
automobile
But
that
is
unfortunate,
spinning
the
wheel
Just
pray
to
God
that
Jesus
take
the
wheel
I
ain′t
granting
no
wishes,
I'm
not
blue
like
Will
Bitches
my
sons,
but
they
not
in
my
will
Bitches
want
beef,
but
I'm
ordering
veal
Bitches
ain′t
happy,
they
ordered
the
meal
My
life
is
a
highlight,
so
replay
the
reel
Life
filled
with
Love,
I′m
Loni,
The
Real
I'm
making
moves,
I′m
signing
deals
Not
soft
or
micro,
not
gating
that
Bill
Her
body
a
bargain,
now
that
is
a
steal
I'm
not
David
but
I
might
cop-a-feel
With
money
I
ball,
call
me
Lucille
Curly
haired,
pink,
might
make
her
squeal
I
stay
consistent,
like
I′m
in
sync
But
I'm
bringing
sexy
back,
Mrs.
J
Biel
This
the
juice,
this
the
squeeze
This
the
pulp,
this
the
stream
This
the
dinner
for
you
rats
I
serve
a
platter
full
of
cheese
This
the
money,
this
the
car
This
the
luxury
I
ball
This
them
money
conversations
Pick
the
phone
up,
got
no
call
I
got
some
money
but
I
never
had
it
I
gave
my
pitch,
but
I
never
batted
Not
Falling
in
Line,
balling
like
Madden
I′m
popping
these
puppets,
start
up
in
Manhattan
This
spot
is
reserved
Go
try
and
take
it
and
you'll
get
fined
Now
they
wanna
pull
out
Cause
they
know
they
card
declined
I
am
the
tea,
no
I
am
Tee
Want
me
to
come,
pay
me
the
fee
I
stay
in
drive,
no
cruise,
Penelope
Wake
up
on
me
bitches
like
I
dropped
the
Z
Hunnid
on
the
wrist,
more
like
450
Big
poppa,
big
tee,
bad
boy
like
Diddy
We
know
you
didn't
fuck
her,
didn′t
even
grab
a
titty,
oh
Thinking
that
you′re
better,
nah
nah
hassadiddy
Looking
a
lemon,
we
know
that
you're
bitter
Fingers
on
trigger,
more
like
a
typing
Twitter
Salty
like
Peppa,
you
the
runt
of
the
litter
Boy
you
my
son,
I
ain′t
even
get
a
sitter
Get
off
my
tip
bro,
I
ain't
it
bro
Want
the
fit
tho,
it
don′t
fit
tho
How
bout
you
tell
em'
how
much
I
made
you
Plead
the
fifth
tho
This
the
juice,
this
the
squeeze
This
the
pulp,
this
the
stream
This
the
dinner
for
you
rats
I
serve
a
platter
full
of
cheese
This
the
money,
this
the
car
This
the
luxury
I
ball
This
them
money
conversations
Pick
the
phone
up,
got
no
call
I
know
motherfuckers
think
they
mad
shit
I
know
you
the
Staffy,
I′m
the
Mastiff
(Um
sir,
call
for
Tee)
Multiple
minuses
Call
me
your
highness-es
Divide
the
unity
This
game
ain't
new
to
me
Almost
a
decade,
and
King
is
still
kicking
it
I'm
Sagi-the-tarius
So
I
ain′t
tearing
this
I′m
adding
it
up,
I
heard
you
inquired
this
Say
that
we're
equal,
but
I
hear
the
biases
They
itching
to
be
me,
like
they
got
Psoriasis
I′m
clearing
out
bitches,
like
they
be
my
sinuses
These
bitches
I
carry,
I
know
how
Mariah
is
They
could
be
ill,
I'm
COVID
to
viruses
I
like
her
arch,
she
part
of
the
diocese
I′m
friend
to
God,
name
Jedediah
is
I
could
point
you
to
the
exit,
yeah
you
need
to
go
Got
you
begging
to
the
bakeries,
you
need
the
dough
What
I
do
in
stu,
that's
a
need
to
know
And
where
I
make
my
bread,
that′s
a
kneed
to
dough
This
the
juice,
this
the
squeeze
This
the
pulp,
this
the
stream
This
the
dinner
for
you
rats
I
serve
a
platter
full
of
cheese
This
the
money,
this
the
car
This
the
luxury
I
ball
This
them
money
conversations
Pick
the
phone
up,
got
no
call
This
the
pulp,
the
squeeze
This
the
pulp,
the
stream
(Let's
go)
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