Testo PISS - Doja Cat
Testo della canzone PISS (Doja Cat), tratta dall'album Scarlet 2 CLAUDE
Oh, you found a pocket? Oh, I've got a locket
And if I could just show you this docket
Then, we could go
We could get a profit
AP, AP, AP (CashMoneyAP)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
All my diamonds look like piss (yeah, yo)
You want that, so I want this (yeah, yo)
Call the paps and get a pic, I keep passin' on your bitch (yeah, yo)
She want diamonds just like this
All my diamonds look like piss (yeah, yo)
All my diamonds look like piss
All your boys, look like the Backstreets
I just hit The Row, look like Mary-Kate and Ashley
He don't like no bats, but he bussin' on my back piece
Muscle in my clique, nigga, you ain't pushing past me (yeah, yeah)
All I see is long lines, money love me long time
All we got is face cards, you could put that on mine
'Fit look like shit, nigga, wouldn't put that online
Bit how I dress, but you never got that co-sign
All my diamonds look like piss (all my)
You want that, so I want this (yeah, yo)
Call the paps and get a pic, I keep passin' on your bitch (yeah, yo)
She want diamonds just like this
All my diamonds look like piss (yeah, yo)
All my diamonds look like piss
Yeah, you can't see me (yeah)
Even through the management (management)
You can't be me (be me)
You won't reap the benefits (benefits)
Body mannequin (yeah, ay)
You know nothin' 'bout fashion, bitch (fashion, bitch)
These shenanigans
Front row next to Janet, sittin' cute
Get the knee-high, get the boot
You ain't me and I ain't you
Gotta pee, I'm off the Goose (yeah)
Gettin' cheese is all I do (yeah)
All these females ride caboose
Look like pee all on my jewels
I'ma teach 'em all the rules
Monkey see so monkey do
All my diamonds look like piss (yeah, yo)
You want that, so I want this (yeah, yo)
Call the paps and get a pic, I keep passin' on your bitch (yeah, yo)
She want diamonds just like this
All my diamonds look like piss (yeah, yo)
All my diamonds look like piss
Don't nothing come to sleep on your dream
So, as much as you sleep, and you get depressed, and you stand around, and
Just mope around about that shit
Cut that shit out, go after your dreams, you got this rap shit
You got this acting shit, you got all this shit in the bag, man
I believe in you, so, call me back, peace
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Writer(s): Amala Zandile Dlamini, Alex Christian Jean Petit, Henri Velasco
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