Tony
Last name Prada
First name roni
Like Riff Raff wanna blow up so you don't know me
My main goal is to keep pizza on my brain though
You think that pineapple it be clean
It leave a stain though
Don't need money I ain't looking at the price tag
Yeah you be sippin' that Sierra out a brown bag
Yeah show me the white flag
Show me the white right
You doing lines
I be thinking bout the lemon lime Sprite
You throw the glove on yeah you be just like Mike
I gotta seven nation army on my feet
I'm talkin' White Stripes
You be wearing shit go on a long hike
You Mist three times that be the third strike
How you more spicy than me
How you think you more tasty than me
Let's be honest when it comes to being cool
We're only talking AC but with me
It's like spicy water fresh in my glass
Now let's see
How often do you rhyme about food
I mean serious
You ever think about rhyming the word beef with leaf
Well I don't put that shit on the same plate man
I'm saying meats and greens
About as fake as a spray tan
You think I'm madman
Well look at the facts
You're not the first person
Thinking that my music is wack
Why does Lil Pep only rap about pizza
Tell me another food that's worth rapping about Lisa
Like mom and dad you're never wrong
You won't admit it so forget it but I won't
That is I won't forget it
Fruit on pizza not forgiven
Unfortunate I'm not forgetful
Sometimes I'm sinful
Only in the best way like
Make my day
That's Clint Eastwood
I'm only rapping like I think a beast would
It's a perfect kinda day to call up Prada for a feast
Could you talk a little louder
I'm on repeat
Should I be turning down the heat
Don't wanna spoil all the meat
I'm only two minutes in to this verse
I'm not playing
Rewind the track
Just so you can see and hear what I was saying
Two minutes right on the dot
Yo watch out
Al Dente Boys rolling up
Pull up to the spot
Italian food is what I got
Shouts out to Ferragamo
This beat so sick it need a doctor
Holy Vaticano
Everybody loves me
Might as well be Ray Romano
So gimme more respect
You can call me Tony Soprano
My roni be stacking high
I'm putting Heisenberg to shame
Break badder talking cake
Or 3 strikes it's all the same
Yo who to blame for the name
That's Prada this ain't a game
Sooner or later man
Italian food rapper hall of fame
That's fire la flame
That's baller LeBron
That's fashion Lacoste
Beat you up a baton
Cut your hair a salon
I'm an artist a con
The boogeyman ain't shit
That's wick I'm talking John
First name roni
Like Riff Raff wanna blow up so you don't know me
My main goal is to keep pizza on my brain though
You think that pineapple it be clean
It leave a stain though
Don't need money I ain't looking at the price tag
Yeah you be sippin' that Sierra out a brown bag
Yeah show me the white flag
Show me the white right
You doing lines
I be thinking bout the lemon lime Sprite
You throw the glove on yeah you be just like Mike
I gotta seven nation army on my feet
I'm talkin' White Stripes
You be wearing shit go on a long hike
You Mist three times that be the third strike
How you more spicy than me
How you think you more tasty than me
Let's be honest when it comes to being cool
We're only talking AC but with me
It's like spicy water fresh in my glass
Now let's see
How often do you rhyme about food
I mean serious
You ever think about rhyming the word beef with leaf
Well I don't put that shit on the same plate man
I'm saying meats and greens
About as fake as a spray tan
You think I'm madman
Well look at the facts
You're not the first person
Thinking that my music is wack
Why does Lil Pep only rap about pizza
Tell me another food that's worth rapping about Lisa
Like mom and dad you're never wrong
You won't admit it so forget it but I won't
That is I won't forget it
Fruit on pizza not forgiven
Unfortunate I'm not forgetful
Sometimes I'm sinful
Only in the best way like
Make my day
That's Clint Eastwood
I'm only rapping like I think a beast would
It's a perfect kinda day to call up Prada for a feast
Could you talk a little louder
I'm on repeat
Should I be turning down the heat
Don't wanna spoil all the meat
I'm only two minutes in to this verse
I'm not playing
Rewind the track
Just so you can see and hear what I was saying
Two minutes right on the dot
Yo watch out
Al Dente Boys rolling up
Pull up to the spot
Italian food is what I got
Shouts out to Ferragamo
This beat so sick it need a doctor
Holy Vaticano
Everybody loves me
Might as well be Ray Romano
So gimme more respect
You can call me Tony Soprano
My roni be stacking high
I'm putting Heisenberg to shame
Break badder talking cake
Or 3 strikes it's all the same
Yo who to blame for the name
That's Prada this ain't a game
Sooner or later man
Italian food rapper hall of fame
That's fire la flame
That's baller LeBron
That's fashion Lacoste
Beat you up a baton
Cut your hair a salon
I'm an artist a con
The boogeyman ain't shit
That's wick I'm talking John
Credits
Writer(s): Dallin Kroon
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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