Devil's Pie Songtext
von Tito Lopez
Devil's Pie Songtext
Y′all know what I'm on nigga
Watching that Nas Behind the Music
I said let me throw in this classic Velli shit
What up X
Just gon′ kick something smooth
This game is mine, niggas just don't know it
Ain't no point in even competing, just go ′head and throw it
I could just say that niggas gay but that X-ray gon′ show it
I ain't come this fucking far just to blow it
I been ordained to go claim some more names to sign the petition
Microphone mortician, funky like George Clinton
Squinting my eyes so much from tryna see through the lies
These niggas think I′m Jackie Chan in disguise, surprise
Gas tank on drugs, I mean that shit's on E
Y′all boys too gassed up, and still get passed up
Yo, and I been on my Tito shit
Way before the rest of the world was on that Tito shit
Now they on Tito dick
Be your chick tryna give me reasons I should pay for sex
Girl you better talk fast like you Racer X
Ain't no feds, just me, and a bunch of niggas following
If I spit and they suck, you must be swallowing
Put a hollow in your ass, hole I could fit my hand through
Fuck I can′t stand you, gon' need luck like Andrew
To even have a chance to dance like Wats say
Say you got the block on lock but what does the block say?
Not Dre, not B.I.G., but I been cashed out
Came in this bitch assed out, I damn near passed out
Seeing my video on TV and it felt so good
Felt even better to know I kept that shit so hood
I'm a G, the seventh letter, add that P and then a T
Nobody better, don′t even let her have a key, she′ll never leave
I like my women to be natural, don't wear no weave
A needle in a haystack, most niggas want you to stay back
Never support and got the nerve to holler "Stay Black"
Why, when all you do is doubt my dreams
Now I see why MJ switched teams
All I see is the Supremes when I look at your squad
You can talk that tough talk but I′m just looking at broads
And please stop in the name of hip hop before this go too far
If one more nigga punk me I'ma go to the car
And what I got in the glove box only holds six shots
′Fore I get to number two I bet I make a bitch drop
It's hot, you heard X
Now which one of you niggas tryna get served next?
A slice of the devil′s pie
A slice of the devil's pie
A slice of the devil's pie
T.I., T.O
Y′all know how I do this
I want a
Primo, Primo
I′m tryna eat nigga
G.P.T
Mississippi in this bitch, Mississippi in this bitch
G.P.T
Tito, Primo
Hunger Game motherfucker
Yeah, yeah, yeah
More slices of the... uh
Watching that Nas Behind the Music
I said let me throw in this classic Velli shit
What up X
Just gon′ kick something smooth
This game is mine, niggas just don't know it
Ain't no point in even competing, just go ′head and throw it
I could just say that niggas gay but that X-ray gon′ show it
I ain't come this fucking far just to blow it
I been ordained to go claim some more names to sign the petition
Microphone mortician, funky like George Clinton
Squinting my eyes so much from tryna see through the lies
These niggas think I′m Jackie Chan in disguise, surprise
Gas tank on drugs, I mean that shit's on E
Y′all boys too gassed up, and still get passed up
Yo, and I been on my Tito shit
Way before the rest of the world was on that Tito shit
Now they on Tito dick
Be your chick tryna give me reasons I should pay for sex
Girl you better talk fast like you Racer X
Ain't no feds, just me, and a bunch of niggas following
If I spit and they suck, you must be swallowing
Put a hollow in your ass, hole I could fit my hand through
Fuck I can′t stand you, gon' need luck like Andrew
To even have a chance to dance like Wats say
Say you got the block on lock but what does the block say?
Not Dre, not B.I.G., but I been cashed out
Came in this bitch assed out, I damn near passed out
Seeing my video on TV and it felt so good
Felt even better to know I kept that shit so hood
I'm a G, the seventh letter, add that P and then a T
Nobody better, don′t even let her have a key, she′ll never leave
I like my women to be natural, don't wear no weave
A needle in a haystack, most niggas want you to stay back
Never support and got the nerve to holler "Stay Black"
Why, when all you do is doubt my dreams
Now I see why MJ switched teams
All I see is the Supremes when I look at your squad
You can talk that tough talk but I′m just looking at broads
And please stop in the name of hip hop before this go too far
If one more nigga punk me I'ma go to the car
And what I got in the glove box only holds six shots
′Fore I get to number two I bet I make a bitch drop
It's hot, you heard X
Now which one of you niggas tryna get served next?
A slice of the devil′s pie
A slice of the devil's pie
A slice of the devil's pie
T.I., T.O
Y′all know how I do this
I want a
Primo, Primo
I′m tryna eat nigga
G.P.T
Mississippi in this bitch, Mississippi in this bitch
G.P.T
Tito, Primo
Hunger Game motherfucker
Yeah, yeah, yeah
More slices of the... uh
Writer(s): Michael D'angelo Archer, Chris E. Martin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
