paroles de chanson Piped Up! - Billy Sk33t

Man I'm piped up
Enjoying all the small things
Ya' mom hit my line
Think we might make some offspring

Like Indiana Jones, she give me the skull
Need a little bread, rip a piece, take some more
Put my money in investors and I'm givin' it to everyone
Like Matthew chapter 14 verses 13 all through 21
Uh, and my Patek like the Ice Age
Negative 30 °C VVs make your wrist freeze
Cuban beaming like a quasar moths are attracted
Bumming chicks like everyday street proctologist
Stummy hurting I am hungry need me some Fruit Loops
Uh, just look what my diamonds do
Just like some Huggies, I pull up and dookie
Serenade yo' girl I be sweet like a cookie
And smooth like some maple it get me the booty
She munchin' on my junk and it be sweet and kinda fruity
Hair, butt, front, cuff
Finesse yo' main boo man that's some tough luck
Pull up wit' a Jeep 19 dollar watch on my wrist
What is the time
Lemme check on my Samsung Fridge
Hoes itch to see me, just like some lice
She said pull up, don't ask me twice
I'm rising up just like Ray Rice in the elevator drunk
When he beat his wife
Cheat on a girl, tell her I'm running some errands
She be kinda bonkers like Sumo and Clarence
She hit my line and I curve her like ferris
And now I'm embarrassed
Cause all of the boys think I'm smelling another girls farts
Woah dude okay I'm gonna stop I'm going off the rails
Started saying some sus stuff I need to collect myself
My bad I'm just excited

Man I'm piped up
Enjoying all the small things
Ya' mom hit my line
Think we might make some offspring

When I go platinum keep the kids I ain't sorry hoe
Me and Gru in the lab making meth Nafario
Ay, jump em' just like I am Mario
In yo' girl balls deep no agar.io
Man my wrist quick like it's perk 2 with the fast hands
Pull up on me, whip out a glock, you'll be past tense
Uh, aim the muzzle with the suppressor
She won't stop talking pull the trigger that'll suppress her
Boy I be flowin' like a lake or a stream, too
High five her I got hit with that #metoo
Hope I blow up, ain't made for no 9-5
Praying I can get a baddie and a Lambo I can drive
Praying I can get a baddie that will vore me alive
Staying with the reals and all the fakes man they be switchin' sides
They point and they laugh and they don't know what my wrist do
Need me a baddie I can complain and vent to
Ay, Air Force 1's all on my feet
Yuh, cock cam all up on my shtick
Pause, Ray Bans all up on my eyes
Woah, countin' my cash and I'm rackin' up bis

Man I'm piped up
Enjoying all the small things
Ya' mom hit my line
Think we might make some offspring