Priddy Ugly – Handful Of Dust Lyrics

Priddy Ugly SOIL Album Lyrics Tracklist

Priddy Ugly – SOIL Album Lyrics, Tracklist

Priddy Ugly Handful Of Dust Lyrics, Handful Of Dust Lyrics by Priddy Ugly

Well, who’s the best rapper?
Well that’s hot debate
Priddy Ugly, that’s the topic mate
Word is going round, it’s way passed the gossip phase
If you’re an op, then it’s not your day
Man, rappers in a cocky place
Not the one who’s turning ‘to Hibachi steak
Lost his taste, now your favourite rapper probably dropping plates
You copy paste
I’m Haile Selassie in Versace shades
Need a Maserati just to match my Liberace grace
You won’t scare me if you rap like Cole
Do drugs like Thug or sound like Drake
Kings lose their heads if scared that their crowns might break

A great white, I guess I found my hake
No capping G
No rapper for me on these classic beats
Factually, they don’t hear your verse if it’s after me
New Schools wouldn’t graduate from my faculty
Happy Feet
Running on these tracks like an athlete
Crave to cook a rapper, got this hunger have too feed
If they want beef, I turn the game to a rapper feast
Rap butcher, & your girl admit that I’m packing meat
I’ve been going ham
You follow lamb, you should ask the sheep
Looking for the GOAT?
Then you should ask for me
It had to be
Karats on my grill like rabbit teeth
Living in a world where even rats get a stack of cheese
You 69, the only flow you got is when you have to pee

Well, who’s the best rapper?
Well that’s hot debate
Priddy Ugly, that’s the topic mate
Word is going round, it’s way passed the gossip phase
If you’re an op, then it’s not your day
My lady lit, so my fire really match her steez
She tied the knot with my dad’s son, just to catch the heat
A clapping spree
Standing ovations like we jacked the seats
They can’t believe
The place jumping like a trampoline
Rappers running outta steam
I’m the gasoline
Smack your glass of lean
‘Cause I mean, you rappers half asleep
I’m your nightmare, even though Martin had dream
You cats are dry

Money moisturises , cash is fucking cream
I could fold your lady, but I wouldn’t want to wrap your queen
Or crack her spleen & have you touched like tablet screens
It’s a wrap, not a scratch, I will crack your screen
Rappers die by accident on tracks
It’s a tragic scene.
I get to fuck your favourite rappers spirit animal
Rap beef hunger turn me to spitting cannibal
Aries demon, if you scheming, know I am the
GOAT
I watched the lion king, ain’t seen Mufasa eat an antelope.
Probably build a school before I buy a Bentley
Buy her plenty of land before I ever buy her Fendi
Filled up what’s empty, before I even tried an entry
Pipe a Robyn Fenty, so my girl can try her Fenty
Beat your favourite rapper in a battle or a fist fight
Trip, when you think the jabs left, u get swift rights
Punchlines pit-like
Jaws clinch like my bitch bite
Shook by the second hook, it look like a hit twice

Well, who’s the best rapper?
Well that’s hot debate
Priddy Ugly, that’s the topic mate
Word is going round, it’s way passed the gossip phase
If you’re an op, then it’s not your day
Man, rappers in a cocky place
Not the one who’s turning ‘to Hibachi steak
Lost his taste, now your favourite rapper probably
dropping plates
You copy paste
I’m Haile Selassie in Versace shades
Need a Maserati just to match my Liberace grace

Written by; Priddy Ugly
Album/EP; SOIL