Piano Tiles 2

(Wockhardt, JANECOCAINE exclusive)
Damn, Mani Montana, bitch

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

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, seven days of the week (bow-bow-bow)
They go bring me up in shit, but I'm in the 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 try 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 it had to be
Quarantine, real clean, washin' her like a machine
I ain't fuckin' with these bitches, don't care if they fuck with me
I'm a king, I'm a queen, and everything in between
She a clout-chaser chick, do anything for the streams (damn)

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 (yeah-huh)
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental

Like, damn, bitch, I don't even rap
Bitch, you wanna see me dance? Hold up, I'ma make it clap
He gon' do what I say with the sound of a snap
Got you lookin' mad sittin' in your man's lap
I'm bossy, wanna talk to me? That's costly
And you a weirdo, I'ma call you Bill Cosby
Never rest, stay up, don't cross me
Ste-Ste-Step to the side, I'm the life of the party

Yes, I'm really that bitch (yeah)
Pressin' on my keys, you can never touch this (uh)
You are so obsessed with how my mug sit
Keep it cute, or keep it mute, end of discussion (yeah)
Like, damn, yes, I'm really that bitch (what?)
Pressin' on my keys, you can never touch this (uh)
You are so obsessed with how my mic sit
Keep it cute, or keep it mute, end of discussion

Damn (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

Trio of the year, bitch, we go crazy, yeah, we mental
Hoes be playin' in my face, they pussy cheap, we call it rental
And the streets said you a fairy, you not hard, bitch, you be gentle
Yeah-yeah-yeah, I'm pretty in the face, the bitches say they love my freckles
I be poppin' hella drugs, so every day is existential
I'm still mother to these bitches, so I'm acting real parental
Bitches like me when I'm spittin', I go crazy when I'm heated
Bitches always gaggin' from my shit, so they all stayin' seated

Why you leave a hate comment, but when I talk, you go delete it?
Know that you a loser, not a theory or a fuckin' thesis
Emptied clips on bitches that be stupid, body turnt to pieces
Know we rappin' supersonic, faster than the fuckin' beat is
What? What? Th-th-three bad bitches
We up-u-u-up, hundreds of bands in our tuck, tu-tu-tuck
These bitches wanna be us, us
Promise we don't give a fuck

Damn (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)
Damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
Bitch, I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental, like-