Testo Cherry Pie - Freeway & The Jacka feat. Freddie Gibbs
Testo della canzone Cherry Pie (Freeway & The Jacka feat. Freddie Gibbs), tratta dall'album Highway Robbery
One spliff from the Bic might light up the sky
Two shots in the air to live in the lie
The lie, the lie
One spark from the blunt might have cherry pie
True success I'm tasting, just like my high
My high, my high
Down while in my drop, getting head from an all-star
Hit the strip club, 50 deep, bitch we all hard
Blow a quarter pound in that bitch, getting knocked off
Cop a hundred rounds at the end, if it pop off
In and out of town with my bitch, picking guap up
I cannot get bitch no jewelry with the top up
Wake up very early in the morning, make salat
Shake a Bacardi in the morning, twist a slab up
Sex some girl, hop in the traffic
It's that real jack, fuck all this rap shit
Cause it's real out the field on some next shit
You think you sweet 'til you leak on the bed with
One spliff from the Bic might light up the sky
Two shots in the air to live in the lie
The lie, the lie
One spark from the blunt might have cherry pie
True success I'm tasting, just like my high
My high, my high
Straight from the gate, told my dog we was gonna be straight
I'm whipping weight, MJ play y'all number 8
Bitch catch a date, we don't save no hoes, we don't wear no cape
Got hoes by the boatload, fuck one and they all participate
Roll another blunt then sit back and get chose
Live everyday like fuck the world, stuck my dick in the globe
Most of these rapping niggas groupies, I treat 'em like hoes
And I bet your bitch wanna fuck with
A nigga like me, I suppose, suppose
Yeah, did it all myself and this shit wasn't easy
Yeah, young rich nigga never took shit from Jeezy
Yeah, at the end of the day man the streets gon' feed me
Yeah, C-E to the O, my niggas need me
One spliff from the Bic might light up the sky
Two shots in the air to live in the lie
The lie, the lie
One spark from the blunt might have cherry pie
True success I'm tasting, just like my high
My high, my high
I will squeeze the semi, send them bullets through balls
We taking 8, no need to ask is any room for us
Official murder rap, we murder cats, you heard of us
We the main reason other rappers keep they tools on
They go to other cities scared to keep they jewels on
Well I'm forever shining, in any city I'm in
And real niggas show me love in every city I'm in
Nigga try me, pull a homi off, I spit them slugs
Y'all stuck back in the day, I'm on my new twist
I'm in the old school listening to my new shit
I'm on the west coast in Oakland, I'm riding with Jacka
Half these rap niggas is actors, be happy to smoke ya
One spliff from the Bic might light up the sky
Two shots in the air to live in the lie
The lie, the lie
One spark from the blunt might have cherry pie
True success I'm tasting, just like my high
My high, my high
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Writer(s): Elijah Wells, Lionel Bermingham, Arama Brown
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