PMF Lyrics

Ooh (Yeah, pardon my french, mama, pardon my french, mama)

Ooh (Yeah, pardon my french, mama, pardon my french, mama)

(Yeah, ugh)

Man, I'll keep it goin' for y'all niggas one last time

You know what I'm sayin'? Shit

Yeah, yeah

Fuck they heard? What the fuck they talkin' 'bout?

Like, what?

Ooh (Damn, I be cookin' up some shit)

Ooh (Ooh, ah, ooh, I'm with my gat in this bitch, ah, ooh, ah)

Know what I'm sayin'? (Agh, ooh)

The fuck? (Ah, Diizii!)

Uh, uh, you niggas can come up and play

Just know that I'm good with the TEC

Uh (Phew), ain't nobody seein' that shit

That's why I'm never leavin' hickeys on her neck

Uh (Ooh), uh (Ah), not doin' no work for no nigga

That's why I'm not reppin' a set (Buh!)

If you gamble your life and you don't even know it

Uh, you get what you get

Pardon my french (Ooh), mama (Ah)

'Cause I'm fuckin' shit up and I'm all 'bout that drama (Ooh, ah)

Slangin' that iron like it's a katana (Slangin' that, slangin' that)

You playin' that shit, nigga, you is a goner (Ooh-ooh), ah

Pardon my french, mama

Wouldn't want this life for my sons or my daughters (Nah, nah-nah)

And this shit gettin' harder, the fuck? (The fuck?)

Pardon my french, mama

If it ain't 'bout a bag, I don't keep in touch

I let it hang, I don't keep it tucked

If it's makin' love, I'ma beat it up

I could paint her face or she could drink it up

Is it really up? Is it really not?

Now this rap shit is all I got

You can get hit from any side

Buh! (Phew) Buh! (Phew) Shit, I got it hot (Ha-ha)

I'm chiefin' this shit, got me stuck in the loop (Stuck)

Fuck is you sayin'? I'm swangin' that tool (Fuck)

They said I did what? They said I was who?

Fuck it, lil' nigga, I do what I do

And she holdin' me down, that's facts (One hunnid)

Pay up, lil' bitch, you know I tax (Yeah)

Now she askin', "where the dick at?" (Hol' on)

Two shots, ain't no Twin Gats (Fah-fah)

Yeah, I'm 'bouta fuck it up, we 'bouta fuck shit up, pardon my french (Yeah)

Tell me, nigga, how the fuck I'ma like yo' bitch if I got me a ten? (What the fuck?)

They lurkin' on me, they type a text, but, nigga, they ain't ever send (Lil' bitch)

I ain't worried 'bout no youngin' and no bitch, pardon my french (Ooh-ooh)

Yeah, me and Def just been through some shit, but no, we not beefin' (Yeah)

This the last blunt of the night, little nigga (Okay)

I'm puffin' this shit 'til I'm done with the reefer (Phew)

You droppin' that wack ass shit, just keep it (Ha)

I'll tell you, I don't give a damn 'bout a beaver (Damn)

This water on me, like, damn, I need a heater

I'll call up my bitch 'cause I'm finna go feel her (Ha, ha, ha)

Just pardon my french 'cause I'm with a ten

Might crack in the backseat without a tint (Yeah)

50 Cent, nigga, she fuck many men (Yeah)

Not talkin' my bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout the last (Yeah)

But fuck that lil' bitch, I left her in the past (Ooh)

I'll give you the blunt, just pass back the gas (Ooh)

Cherish every moment, life movin' too fast

Fuck all the fame, nigga, give me the cash

No greetings, not seein' if you wave like the sea (Shh-shh)

I don't fuck wit' y'all niggas and that's how I be (Shh-shh)

Not sellin' my soul, I'm just tryna live free (Shh-shh)

My life is on lock and I got the key (Yeah, yeah)

Fuck it, lil' bitch, I'm killin' my beat

We on top, number one, not two, not three

Is you fried like me and TDB?

You don't get it now? Just wait up and see

We fuckin', we causin' a ruckus, we shootin' them buckets (Buh-buh-buh!)

The gat finna drum it, it got it a hunnid (Buh-buh-buh!)

The hunnid round lookin' like titties, you feel me? (Buh-buh-buh!)

You feel me? You don't, bitch? Well, you cannot kill me (Buh-buh-buh!)

You killed me? You can't, lil' bitch, I'ma tell you, you can't kill a muh'fuckin' god

But really I'm human 'cause there is a god

First was the flood and now it gon' be fire (Ooh-ooh)

You know who it is, Diizii of Actiive (Yeah)

Been 'bout that shit, nah, I ain't ever lackin' (Yeah)

Tryna do some'? I'm finna go pack him (Fah-fah-fah)

Go do somethin' else, just quit with the rappin' (Fah-fah-fah, yeah)

Go do somethin' else, just quit with the cappin' (Ha)

I'm high out my mind, I don't know what happened (Shh-shh)

Who in the fuck is you? I am not dappin' you up (Phew, phew)

Shit, little nigga, I'm spazzin' (Ooh-ooh)

Uh, uh, you niggas can come up and play

Just know that I'm good with the TEC

Uh (Phew), ain't nobody seein' that shit

That's why I'm never leavin' hickeys on her neck

Uh (Ooh), uh (Ah), not doin' no work for no nigga

That's why I'm not reppin' a set (Buh!)

If you gamble your life and you don't even know it

Uh, you get what you get

Pardon my french (Ooh), mama (Ah)

'Cause I'm fuckin' shit up and I'm all 'bout that drama (Ooh, ah)

Slangin' that iron like it's a katana (Slangin' that, slangin' that)

You playin' that shit, nigga, you is a goner (Ooh-ooh), ah

Pardon my french, mama

Wouldn't want this life for my sons or my daughters (Nah, nah-nah)

And this shit gettin' harder, the fuck? (The fuck?)

Pardon my french, mama

Shit, we finished that shit off, homie

9 NIIGHT BLUNT

Damn, and I guess it's just one thing left to say

Tuh, I'm ghost (I'm ghost, I'm ghost)