โหลดเพลง mp3 Pardon My Ego - Logic

Song: Pardon My Ego
Artist: Logic
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage I rage and then I run off
Uh
It don't matter where we at it's poppin' like a gun off
Uh
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh
Uh ah uh uh
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage I rage and then I run off
Uh
It don't matter where we at it's poppin' like a gun off
Uh
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh
Uh
Skinny Nikki geeky gettin' brain dead uh
I don't give a f**k what the lames say uh
Old girl wanna give the boy head
How 'bout a little bitty self-love instead
I can't f**k a ho I'd rather self-love instead
Can't save a ho no S on my chest or gun to my head
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Get the bread
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Get the bread
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Count this f**king money boy now get the bread uh
I ain't just tryna get a nut off
Bobby Boy be quick to leave a bad b***h cut off
Like when you in the studio and the vocal get cut
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage I rage and then I run off
Uh
It don't matter where we at it's poppin' like a gun off
Uh
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh
Uh woo uh uh
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage I rage and then I run off
Uh
It don't matter where we at it's poppin' like a gun off
Uh
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh
Uh
Like
Ah
Get the bread
Ah
Get the bread
Ah
Count this f**king money boy now get the bread
I'm feelin' like Kid Cudi
A little crazy but tell me what genius ain't a little nutty
Everybody be like that sometimes
You can hear it in me in some rhymes
I ain't bipolar Kanye make me wish I was
'Cause that level of genius the meanest
Nobody f**kin' around with that flow
When I spit it you know it's the cleanest uh
All my haters can suck my p***s
Went from five hundred a show to sellin' out arenas
From SOB's in NYC
To smokin' trees at the motherf**kin' Garden
Pardon my ego uh
Maybe it's the w**d smoke
Maybe it's the beat though
If I draw it in the sand
Better not cross the line like a free throw uh
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage I rage and then I run off
Uh
It don't matter where we at it's poppin' like a gun off
Uh
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh
Uh woo uh
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage I rage and then I run off
Uh
It don't matter where we at it's poppin' like a gun off
Uh
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh
Uh
Like
Ah
Get the bread
Ah
Get the bread
Ah
Count this f**king money boy now get the bread