P!LL Songtext
von Alfred.

Comin′ out from the sideways
You talkin' out your neck
All that ki ki ki they gigglin
My back is turned I don′t sweat

They miss Frick-It 'Fred
I'm frazzled dazzed ain′t tryna do little chat
Bitch I′m butterfly I'm social though
These bitches itchin′ for a stamp

On the envelope where my money is
Baby what it is? I don't fret
It′s not my formula it's just who I is
They like Where the fuck they do that?

I′m from the VA where they replay
Ole Missy E at the party
We don't wanna age at your job no no
Put salt all around that rim rim rim


Hey Billy? Excuse me can you scoop me
In your truck? Yo what's the dilly
I was wonderin′ if you were along the 95 like T-Silly
I know it′s 'bout summer time

But I′m tryna keep it chilly
These bitches a shiver
Shit it's the creature give the willies
Didn′t even stick around to understand the real me

Even with your hand all on my ass
You couldn't even feel me
I′m lookin' like such an ooh
You're lookin′ more like an ew

Baby can you keep me tickled pink? You′re like a pill
Baby can you keep me tickled pink? You're like a pill
Baby can you keep me tickled pink? You′re like a pill
Baby can you keep me tickled pink? You're like a pill
Baby
Yo what′s the deal

Oh Alfred on your mind hoe
Like verses from the Bible
Protect me from my enemies
Hoe we ain't close to rivals


Spliff all in the pulpit
Give my bitches a revival
Singin′ Fuck America
All your the mic no idols

Oh Alfred on your mind hoe
Like verses from the Bible
Protect me from my enemies
Hoe we ain't close to rivals

Spliff all in the pulpit
Give my bitches a revival
Singin' Fuck America
All your the mic no idols