HARDEST SONG OF THE CENTURY by YUNG WAFER X PASTA DADDY Lyrics
[Verse 1: Pasta Daddy]
Call my mouth a molotov, 'cause I'm spitting fire (fire)
English skills superb, call me Mrs Wedemeyer (Wedemeyer)
My bars so hot, call me a deep fryer
Bitch I run this game, feeling like an umpire
Jump on my own beat, I kill it
You send a verse, I don't feel it
Talking shit, but I deal with it
Like a thief, I'm gonna steal it
Dab and then dismiss (smiss)
Your Dad's lips I kiss (kiss)
You drop a mixtape, talk it up and it's a hit and miss (miss)
Whip and folk you know I hit it
Cook up a beat in a minute
Find a pigeon then I flip it
Your soundcloud I fucking skip it
Everywhere I go we dripping with no aquafina (fina)
Spin around your block like fucking hurricane Katrina (trina)
Talking like you got a bitch, well I can't fucking see her (see her)
Your Dad comes to my place and then I hit it from the rear aye (rear)
[Verse 2: Yung Wafer]
Wafer, Wafer, Wafer, Wafer, Wafer, Wafer, Wafer, Wafer, Wafer, Wafer
Stomping out the store, fanny pack all on my hip (hip)
Stash some pringles in that bitch and then I fucking dip (dip)
Fuck throwing money bitch you know I'm throwing all these coins (coins)
If you ever hit me up bitch I'll just put it in your groin (groin)
You a bitch
Shoot you in the hip, if you talking shit
Hit you with my ray gun, ain't no Morty bitch I'm fucking Rick
Bitch I'm slick, when I hit the whip
Dabbing with your bitch
Fuck her through the zip
When I pull up with my fucking stick
UH
Watch me hit this whip (whip)
My bars fucking drip (drip)
Dirty sprite I sip (sip)
Your Dad want the tip (tip)
Ain't no music video but I'ma cut this clip (clip)
All our songs are so fire, it make you fucking flip (flip)
A-P Bust down, looking like a rich man
I'm the fucking shit man
Picking up a shipment
Designer fucking miss match
Yes I done did that
Got a Nerf gun and it kick back (huh)
Kung-Fu panda, no I never stand up but I sit down on your bitch (huh)
I just got my bands up, sipping on some fanta, watch me take another fucking sip (huh)
Call my mouth a molotov, 'cause I'm spitting fire (fire)
English skills superb, call me Mrs Wedemeyer (Wedemeyer)
My bars so hot, call me a deep fryer
Bitch I run this game, feeling like an umpire
Jump on my own beat, I kill it
You send a verse, I don't feel it
Talking shit, but I deal with it
Like a thief, I'm gonna steal it
Dab and then dismiss (smiss)
Your Dad's lips I kiss (kiss)
You drop a mixtape, talk it up and it's a hit and miss (miss)
Whip and folk you know I hit it
Cook up a beat in a minute
Find a pigeon then I flip it
Your soundcloud I fucking skip it
Everywhere I go we dripping with no aquafina (fina)
Spin around your block like fucking hurricane Katrina (trina)
Talking like you got a bitch, well I can't fucking see her (see her)
Your Dad comes to my place and then I hit it from the rear aye (rear)
[Verse 2: Yung Wafer]
Wafer, Wafer, Wafer, Wafer, Wafer, Wafer, Wafer, Wafer, Wafer, Wafer
Stomping out the store, fanny pack all on my hip (hip)
Stash some pringles in that bitch and then I fucking dip (dip)
Fuck throwing money bitch you know I'm throwing all these coins (coins)
If you ever hit me up bitch I'll just put it in your groin (groin)
You a bitch
Shoot you in the hip, if you talking shit
Hit you with my ray gun, ain't no Morty bitch I'm fucking Rick
Bitch I'm slick, when I hit the whip
Dabbing with your bitch
Fuck her through the zip
When I pull up with my fucking stick
UH
Watch me hit this whip (whip)
My bars fucking drip (drip)
Dirty sprite I sip (sip)
Your Dad want the tip (tip)
Ain't no music video but I'ma cut this clip (clip)
All our songs are so fire, it make you fucking flip (flip)
A-P Bust down, looking like a rich man
I'm the fucking shit man
Picking up a shipment
Designer fucking miss match
Yes I done did that
Got a Nerf gun and it kick back (huh)
Kung-Fu panda, no I never stand up but I sit down on your bitch (huh)
I just got my bands up, sipping on some fanta, watch me take another fucking sip (huh)