PIE Songtext
von Recoechi
PIE Songtext
(Just for a slice)
The cars
Clothes
The hoes
The money
The women
The n****s
The goofies
The b*tches
Fi Fa Foe
To get this
Giant slice of soul
Pie
Pie
Pie
Ask my baby what′s a revolutionary?
She aint have no answers
So I had some questions
These days be reactionary
She like getting pampered
Feel like Luther Vander
One night only planner
Start to feel like I mishandled
Lust up on a mantel
Dancing with a devil
Stuck on IG handles
Selling shapes that I just vandal
F*ckin' off the sample
Oven baked the son
Just sing the f*cking mantra
The cars
Clothes
The hoes
The money
The women
The n****s
The goofies
The b*tches
Fi Fa Foe
To get this
Giant slice of soul
Pie
Pie
Pie
In this spinning sphere
Who should we just fear
With 85 deaf and blind
There can be no compromise
Who am I to criticize
Or tries to justifies
When I′s myself feels the high's
From all in which that I despise
I get a call my cousin shug
I'm like what is it
He said I see you boots on ground
You uniting the trenches
He said cuzzo be safe
Cause them niggaz still be killin′
For them it really don′t make no
Difference I know for peace
Thats what you wishing
Dive deep in intuition
All the tribal leaders gone
Gang structure no survival
With these insane generations
You know all this bloodshed
On the everyday basis
They pulling up spraying houses
Even children faces
Its all for devil cake
Don't have the love to integrate
Troubled souls not in the grave
They walk the earth disintegrate
Devil work to penetrate
Open legs and closed minds
Said it ain′t no compromise
This b*tch look like a jordan line for the
The cars
Clothes
The hoes
The money
The women
The n****s
The goofies
The b*tches
Fi Fa Foe
To get this
Giant slice of soul
Pie
Pie
Pie
What is this
All about
All the money
All the clout
Everybody's
Holding out
Holding out
Holding out
What is this
All about
All the money
All the clout
Everybody′s holding out
Everybody's holding out
What is this
All about
All the money
All the clout
Everybody′s
Holding out
Holding out
Holding out
The cars
Clothes
The hoes
The money
The women
The n****s
The goofies
The b*tches
Fi Fa Foe
To get this
Giant slice of soul
Pie
Pie
Pie
Ask my baby what′s a revolutionary?
She aint have no answers
So I had some questions
These days be reactionary
She like getting pampered
Feel like Luther Vander
One night only planner
Start to feel like I mishandled
Lust up on a mantel
Dancing with a devil
Stuck on IG handles
Selling shapes that I just vandal
F*ckin' off the sample
Oven baked the son
Just sing the f*cking mantra
The cars
Clothes
The hoes
The money
The women
The n****s
The goofies
The b*tches
Fi Fa Foe
To get this
Giant slice of soul
Pie
Pie
Pie
In this spinning sphere
Who should we just fear
With 85 deaf and blind
There can be no compromise
Who am I to criticize
Or tries to justifies
When I′s myself feels the high's
From all in which that I despise
I get a call my cousin shug
I'm like what is it
He said I see you boots on ground
You uniting the trenches
He said cuzzo be safe
Cause them niggaz still be killin′
For them it really don′t make no
Difference I know for peace
Thats what you wishing
Dive deep in intuition
All the tribal leaders gone
Gang structure no survival
With these insane generations
You know all this bloodshed
On the everyday basis
They pulling up spraying houses
Even children faces
Its all for devil cake
Don't have the love to integrate
Troubled souls not in the grave
They walk the earth disintegrate
Devil work to penetrate
Open legs and closed minds
Said it ain′t no compromise
This b*tch look like a jordan line for the
The cars
Clothes
The hoes
The money
The women
The n****s
The goofies
The b*tches
Fi Fa Foe
To get this
Giant slice of soul
Pie
Pie
Pie
What is this
All about
All the money
All the clout
Everybody's
Holding out
Holding out
Holding out
What is this
All about
All the money
All the clout
Everybody′s holding out
Everybody's holding out
What is this
All about
All the money
All the clout
Everybody′s
Holding out
Holding out
Holding out
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