Idontlikethat

You're missing Roni on top
(I don't like that)
I got a side salad bitch
(I don't like that)
Pineapple won't stop
(I don't like that)
Putting pineapple on top
(No I don't like that)
You're missing Roni on top
(I don't like that)
I got a side salad bitch
(I don't like that)
Pineapple won't stop
(I don't like that)
Putting pineapple on top
(No I don't like that)

I got the salad on the side
You put it on top
I send it back
Call me Michael J Scott
Carell
Used to drive a Corolla to make a drop
But now I drive a Golf, man
You can call it a swap
But I don't golf bitch
I don't play sports
I'm surprised that I even own gym shorts
I'm surprised I forgot them at your moms house yeah
I'm surprised she calling me to mow her lawn now man
I don't like that shit people call it a game
But I'm in love with pepperoni
Prada be my last name
I drink Sprite like it's water man
It's one In the same
It hurt your bones man
Spicy water call it a flame
Became the last man reppin' the pepperoni
The radio ain't ready for me
'Cuz I'm recording the red rum at the right moment
Somebody come over put the light on me
Now don't lie to me
Yeah I don't like that

Ladies and gentlemen it was cold-blooded
Pre-meditated murder

You're missing Roni on top
(I don't like that)
I got a side salad bitch
(I don't like that)
Pineapple won't stop
(I don't like that)
Putting pineapple on top
(No I don't like that)
You're missing Roni on top
(I don't like that)
I got a side salad bitch
(I don't like that)
Pineapple won't stop
(I don't like that)
Putting pineapple on top
(No I don't like that)

Now why the hell would you go and ruin a nice meal
It should be obvious to everyone else
You fucked up yo for real
Yeah sure you a little monster
I say Howie Mendel
I'm talking deal or no deal
Machine mix it up I'm talking f'real
(Ice ice ice)
My sushi roll we got a slice of eel
(Slice)
In my room you know we got a slice a roni
(Spice)
My girly said she got something to show me
(Mama)
Pepperoni Prada but everybody be saying
That they know me Lil Pep
It's a first step I'm on deck
Ovens high tech pizza done in 5 seconds
Nothing more to discuss
I'm calling up armageddon
I tell you imma get it
I take you to pizza heaven
Because 6-6 slices be that shit I don't like
Aye yo that roni be my weapon I'm packin' a full clip
Yo you wanna bag of chips but the pizza Pringle's
They coming in a can bitch

Aye
You already know what it is
It's ya boy Pepperoni Prada
AKA Lil Pep
This album guaranteed to put some Pep in your step
Or maybe a little extra dip on your chip
And aye man
I know we just talked about what you don't like
But we gonna go ahead and talk about what they gon' like
And that's this album
Cuz this shit go crazy my brother
And I know you gonna keep going out
And I know you gonna keep showing out
So let's get it



Credits
Writer(s): Dalllin Kroon
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