Testo Façade - Pi’erre Bourne
Testo della canzone Façade (Pi’erre Bourne), tratta dall'album Made In Paris
Greetings, in the name of the king of kings and lords of lords, in the conquering Lion Tribe of Judah
Haile Selassie the First, Jah Rastafari
Haile Major, you know?
When Lion done said the ting, you know, a welcome, to your roots, you know?
Selassie the First
Greet-greet-greetings in the n-
Greeting-greeting-, Tribe of Judah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (inside) damn (inside, inside you)
Damn, hey (inside, inside you)
Hey (inside, inside you)
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (inside, inside you)
Yeah, like Zelda, yeah, this bitch wanna link me (wanna link me)
Make her twist like her hair real kinky
Smokin', ay, all mine from the stinky (stinky)
Pockets fat like Baby D, she want my Twinkie (twinkie)
I was in a hotel, London Tipton (Tipton)
So it's like I won the pie, what's the difference? (Difference)
Still starred off in the clouds, like The Simpsons (Simpsons)
Got this bitch on her knees, like a Christian (Christian)
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Ayy (inside, inside of you)
White folks racist, ready, set, go (set, go)
Auntie Anne, fold her like a pretzel (pretzel)
Hold her hand, she don't wanna let this go (let this go)
Still just ball hard, this bitch just got no soul (got no soul)
Could've took her home, but she just don't deserve it (don't deserve it)
I been swimmin' in that pussy, like I surfed it (like I surfed it)
Ass round, look like a sea urchin (sea urchin)
Money talk, it can cause a disturbance (a disturbance)
It was love at first sight, she been searchin' (been searchin')
I done broke her heart twice, it's still hurtin' (still hurtin')
Yeah, I'm still in the game like I'm Derwin (like I'm Derwin)
All the bitches wanna hang like a curtain (like a curtain)
Said, "I can't trust a bitch on purpose" (on purpose; no)
Tell that bitch, use her brain, she's determined (she determined)
I been tryna change my ways, it ain't workin' (it ain't workin')
Pussy pink, yeah, I call that bitch Kirby (bitch Kirby)
Oh, oh
Oh, yeah (inside)
Oh, yeah, oh (inside, inside you)
Oh, oh, yeah (inside, inside of you)
Oh, yeah, man (inside, inside of you)
Miss my uncle, wish that nigga was alive (yeah, damn)
When I was broke, I was thinkin' suicide (damn, yeah)
Peanut butter jelly, when a nigga fried
Damn, yeah, yeah (damn, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
They don't know what I've been through (yeah)
She wanna know what I'm into (yeah)
Damn (yeah)
Oh, oh (yeah)
Black truck, not a rental
On that beat, like an instrumental (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah, what's up?
Yeah, what's up? What's up with you?
Yeah, what's up? What's up with you?
Yeah, what's up? What's up with you?
Yeah, damn
Yeah, what's up? What's up with you?
Yeah, what's up? What's up with you?
You, you (yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Damn (yeah)
Damn
It all look better on my phone anyway
My bitch look better than this ho in my face
My Kush smoke better when I'm alone anyway
My bitch fuck better when I'm gone all day
That pussy feel better, then we goin' on a date
I told her, "Let's get together," then we go our separate ways
My Kush smoke better when I'm alone anyway
My bitch fuck better when I'm gone all day
I shook the world like a snow globe (huh? Ay)
I got two bitches, they on all fours (ay)
Had to get in line, like a Barcode
Two bad hos, messages just like Ronaldo
Bitch foreign, she from Brooklyn, like Fabio
Nordstrom to Carrol Street, that's a lot of recipes
Ay, told my old bitch, "Girl, you're dead to me" (huh?)
Let me eat your pussy, love your recipe
It all look better on my phone anyway
My bitch look better than this ho in my face
My Kush smoke better when I'm alone anyway
My bitch fuck better when I'm gone all day
That pussy feel better, then we goin' on a date
I told her, "Let's get together," then we go our separate ways
My Kush smoke better when I'm alone anyway
My bitch fuck better when I'm gone all day
Baby ass fat, call her peach cobbler (huh?)
Bitch play with the balls like a Globetrotter (huh?)
Make her spin on it, 'til she feel nauseous (huh?)
Gotta keep it player, I just can't pause it
Put my family on my back like a tattoo
I got Soss in my blood, look like Ragu
And she know I'm from the mud, ho, don't me dirty (huh)
Huh, niggas did me filthy, feeling like they cursed me (ay)
It all look better on my phone anyway
My bitch look better than this ho in my face
My Kush smoke better when I'm alone anyway
My bitch fuck better when I'm gone all day
That pussy feel better, then we goin' on a date
I told her, "Let's get together," then we go our separate ways
My Kush smoke better when I'm alone anyway
My bitch fuck better when I'm gone all day
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Writer(s): Jordan Jenks
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