Testo Routine - Pi’erre Bourne
Testo della canzone Routine (Pi’erre Bourne), tratta dall'album The Life Of Pi'erre 4
(Ah shit) let's switch positions, stack my commission
Fuck all the bitches, gotta get your riches
(Damn Pi'erre where'd you find this?)
She gave me her digits, shoot your shot like ammunition
Money talk, my pockets critics, yeah
Fuck the check up, yeah, fuck the check up
Yeah fuck the check up yeah
Private jet us, yeah, new necklace yeah
They respect us, yeah 'cause I got my check up yeah
Said I had a nip and tuck, wait, band-aid, she got cut, wait
2 M's, I got bucks, chain on ice, Mighty Duc
When you pullin' up, wait, send that Uber truck, wait
Give 'em all stars like Chucks, Postmate a toothbrush
And my money won't shut up, wait
Money talk too much, wait
Thirty bands on this necklace, she wet as fuck
Now I might know what you want from me
Get high from my lows, it was hard for me
I hurt her soul, I'm so sorry
Yeah just let her go, these hoes 'round me
She won't understand
I just run this contraband, think about my fam
She just listen to her friends, watch my Instagram
Let's switch positions, stack my commission
Fuck all the bitches, gotta get your riches
She gave me her digits, shoot your shot like ammunition
My money talk, my pockets critics, yeah
Fuck the check up, yeah, fuck the check up
Yeah fuck the check up yeah
Private jet us, yeah, new necklace yeah
They respect us, yeah 'cause I got my check up yeah
Got my hands on money like mancala, ooh (like mancala, like mancala)
I'm a dog on that pussy, real Rottweiler, yeah yeah (real Rottweiler, real Rottweiler)
Yeah my family's real top shotta (real top shotta, real top shotta)
Got your bitch with me, what about her? (What about her, what about her?)
She's not answering in the shower (in the shower, in the shower)
She fuck with the stars like it's Power (like it's Power, like it's Power)
'Cause I be going hard, need new shower (need new shower, need new shower)
I got all this green and this sour (green and sour, green and sour)
Let's switch positions, stack my commission
Fuck all the bitches, gotta get your riches
She gave me her digits, shoot your shot like ammunition
Money talk, my pockets critics, yeah
Fuck the check up, yeah, fuck the check up
Yeah fuck the check up yeah
Private jet us, yeah, new necklace yeah
They respect us, yeah 'cause I got my check up yeah
(Make sure to stop in now)
(We have twelve new flavours of limited edition sauce)
(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
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Writer(s): Jordan Timothy Jenks
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