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Passive Aggressive Video (MV)




Performed By: Pierce Ripanti
Language: English
Length: 3:43
Written by: Pierce Ripanti




Pierce Ripanti - Passive Aggressive Lyrics
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These days
I'm more aggressive less passive
These days
I'm More finesse, less savage
These days
I'm More impressed wit less rappers
It's more for dressers and actresses
These days
It's More fiction less factual
These days
It's More scripted less actual
These days
It's More wishin less tactical
Niggas ain't real and bitches ain't natural
These days
Niggas flex it before they got it
Check they Instagram instead of checking for deposits
Envy other men, and get real heavy into gossip
So watch who you befriend, and who you let inside yo posse
I don't trust nobody except my momma and Jonny
Hating women wanna spy and do reconnaissance on me
They trump and I'm Obama or something
Cause a nigga like me only ever come a dime and a dozen
If my niggas told get em I say f*ck it I got em
I can't visualize no life where we get stuck at the bottom
I just get my point across don't be chucking jiving
Too much trolling, you get stuck as a goblin
And
I don't really f*ck wit rappers cuz I struggle wit liars
Thought they said Real Gs move in coverage and silence
Lil Puppy's bark loud, not hunters and lions
Please correct me if I'm wrong my judgement is clouded
I Just got back from London eating lunch wit a posh chick
We had salmon and pasta
The grammar was proper
She got manners and posture
Her man is a doctor
Funny thing she's a fan of the mobster
She don't wanna lawyer, honestly love a rapper
She don't want no doctors used to be wit trapper
Plus she got some assets, told me she wanna back up
She ain't finna ask shit, mama just wanna act up
Do or die for my mother and my father and brothers
I been tappin in some shit that's really hard to discover
Owe my family the world so imma carve it like butter
Serve that shit up on a plate, so hot and fresh out the oven
Foreign women, got me tormented
Is it yours, is it yours, I be torn in it
Don't got no f*cks to give, I'm not the porn business
Can't finger f*ck the world, put my full dick in
And treat lil baby like the track, got about for minutes
Then I roll hit the bros, plot on more chicken
Boul spittin, all y'all other niggas bullshittin
I'm so ignorant, but I'm sorry I was born trippin
Like listen
What the F*ck you think I rap for to push a f*ckin rav 4
Shooters gon shoot, ain't the type you tell to pass more
Ain't the type to sass im the type to get the last word
Type to put the ass last and type to put the cash first
These niggas backwards, antonyms
Want a handout but I am no philanthropist
Just want big cake all over my pants and limbs
And some big face mutha f*cking Benjamin's
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These days
I'm more aggressive less passive
These days
I'm More finesse, less savage
These days
I'm More impressed wit less rappers
It's more for dressers and actresses
These days
It's More fiction less factual
These days
It's More scripted less actual
These days
It's More wishin less tactical
Niggas ain't real and bitches ain't natural
These days
Niggas flex it before they got it
Check they Instagram instead of checking for deposits
Envy other men, and get real heavy into gossip
So watch who you befriend, and who you let inside yo posse
I don't trust nobody except my momma and Jonny
Hating women wanna spy and do reconnaissance on me
They trump and I'm Obama or something
Cause a nigga like me only ever come a dime and a dozen
If my niggas told get em I say f*ck it I got em
I can't visualize no life where we get stuck at the bottom
I just get my point across don't be chucking jiving
Too much trolling, you get stuck as a goblin
And
I don't really f*ck wit rappers cuz I struggle wit liars
Thought they said Real Gs move in coverage and silence
Lil Puppy's bark loud, not hunters and lions
Please correct me if I'm wrong my judgement is clouded
I Just got back from London eating lunch wit a posh chick
We had salmon and pasta
The grammar was proper
She got manners and posture
Her man is a doctor
Funny thing she's a fan of the mobster
She don't wanna lawyer, honestly love a rapper
She don't want no doctors used to be wit trapper
Plus she got some assets, told me she wanna back up
She ain't finna ask shit, mama just wanna act up
Do or die for my mother and my father and brothers
I been tappin in some shit that's really hard to discover
Owe my family the world so imma carve it like butter
Serve that shit up on a plate, so hot and fresh out the oven
Foreign women, got me tormented
Is it yours, is it yours, I be torn in it
Don't got no f*cks to give, I'm not the porn business
Can't finger f*ck the world, put my full dick in
And treat lil baby like the track, got about for minutes
Then I roll hit the bros, plot on more chicken
Boul spittin, all y'all other niggas bullshittin
I'm so ignorant, but I'm sorry I was born trippin
Like listen
What the F*ck you think I rap for to push a f*ckin rav 4
Shooters gon shoot, ain't the type you tell to pass more
Ain't the type to sass im the type to get the last word
Type to put the ass last and type to put the cash first
These niggas backwards, antonyms
Want a handout but I am no philanthropist
Just want big cake all over my pants and limbs
And some big face mutha f*cking Benjamin's
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Writer: Pierce Ripanti
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