Piano Tiles Paroles

I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental
Like damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit, like I'm runnin' presidential
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental

Damn, why bitches pressin' on my keys?
Said he tryna do the birds that be comin' with the bees
If you tryna do a race, then I'm winnin' with the ease
I be walkin' around his house, you be ridin' on your knees
I'm a bitch, I'm a freak, sevеn days of the week
They go bring me up and shit, but I'm in thе bed sleep
If I tell her man a secret, it's a secret he gon' keep
Ain't no faith in their relation, I'm just tryin' to—
I'm not finished
Throw it back, keep my peace
Go and give him somethin' to eat
He be grinnin' really happy when he's suckin' on my feet
Sip my tea, push a P all over the magazines
Say it wasn't what it was, but it was what had to be
Damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit, like I'm runnin' presidential
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental
Like damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit, like I'm runnin' presidential
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental

Like damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
Like damn, why bitches pressin' my piano? (Damn, damn, damn)
Why bitches pressin' my piano?
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental
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