Testo Butterfly - Pi’erre Bourne
Testo della canzone Butterfly (Pi’erre Bourne), tratta dall'album The Life Of Pi'erre 5
Yeah, had to get my guap up, yeah
Higher than your altitude (yo, Pi'erre)
Nigga with an attitude (yo, Pi'erre)
Young nigga got booked like room
We was in the hood last summer
I'm on the block with my bros
Block too hot, we go home
Yeah, my VV's, they froze
Icebox, that's home
If a nigga hate he broke, hey
He ain't got no dough
I rock Sossboy, no Chrome, hey
Purple hearts, no Chrome
But my ring, yeah, it's Chrome Heart
And Rolling Stone, hey
And diamonds stone, hey
It keep me frozen
Smoking on purple with my gold Rollie (yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre)
Smoking on purple, rest in peace Kobe
For real, them niggas can't fuck with me, they lie
Make 'em all pay just like they tithes
I got the bank, no credit line
Run through her mind, no finish line
I got my Rollie, can't waste my time
I'm gon' tax, but it's fine
I got racks, I got mines
Diamonds flash, diamonds shine
Make her thirsty, lemon-lime
When I'm inside, I don't come outside (yo, Pi'erre)
When I'm inside, give her butterflies (yo, Pi'erre)
Yeah, she love when I'm inside
Yeah, she love when I'm outside
Give her butterflies inside
Yeah, she love when I'm inside
I ran it up like a scratch-off
You niggas scared with the mask off
Five times, yeah, like the Candyman
Rasta nigga like the Beenie Man
These niggas really look up to me
So you will always be under me
I got the buzz like a bumblebee
I'm from the hood where the jungle be
These niggas mad 'cause I'm up now
Fucking with me, it's two dubs now (yo, Pi'erre)
Used to play Midnight Club: DUB Edition (yo, Pi'erre)
Want a new car, no key in the ignition
I just be chilling, my chain be chilling
Like George Foreman, these niggas be grilling
When you get money, it hit the ceiling
My nigga Green Goblin, super villain
Trapping my beats, I got rhythm
Nigga want beef, but he chicken
Used to work at Zaxby's, stack my chicken
Travis Porter, yeah, I'm different
Black boy, white boy, we the same
I rock Sossboy with my gang
Used to buy my weed from James
That shit high, but it was flame
(For real) them niggas can't fuck with me, they lie
Make 'em all pay just like they tithes (yo, Pi'erre)
I got the bank, no credit line (yo, Pi'erre)
Run through her mind, no finish line
I got my Rollie, can't waste my time
I'm gon' tax, but it's fine
I got racks, I got mines
Diamonds flash, diamonds shine
Make her thirsty, lemon-lime
When I'm inside, I don't come outside
When I'm inside, give her butterflies
Yeah, she love when I'm inside
Yeah, she love when I'm outside
Give her butterflies inside
Yeah, she love when I'm inside
I'm still motherfucking falling, man
I can't get the fuck up
You understand what I'm saying?
I don't understand what to do
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Writer(s): Jordan Timothy Jenks
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