Left cheek, right cheek
Yo bitch like "pipe me"
All these jealous homies wanna fight me (Aye)
Left wing, right wing
I'm f*cking fly G
Name another reason you don't like me (Aye)
Left cheek, right cheek
Yo bitch like "pipe me"
All these jealous homies wanna fight me (Aye)
Left wing, right wing
I'm f*cking fly G
Name another reason you don't like me (Aye)
Call a bitch Moe's cause she rolling my burrito
Tell me if I'm getting lucky, I'ma get in that culito
Tell her I'ma cut porque mi dick es como un cuchillo
Told her that I'm finna stab when I Pipe It Up like Migos
If the pussy bald like an eagle
Bout to make a movie no theater at the regal
Bout to make a porno
Delivery no Digiorno
I'm the pizza man when she lookin through the peephole
She a Meat Lover
Gonna deep throat
I'm supreme tho
Cause I'm getting all of the toppings
All On my peen tho
No cheese tho
I'm keeping it clean ho
And when I shoot seed
Accuracy of beam though
Talking rounds
I'll go three more
I won't skeet though
I need to reload
How long
About a week so
I suggest hitting up TJ and Lito
Left cheek, right cheek
Yo bitch like "pipe me"
All these jealous homies wanna fight me (Aye)
Left wing, right wing
I'm f*cking fly G
Name another reason you don't like me (Aye)
Left cheek, right cheek
Yo bitch like "pipe me"
All these jealous homies wanna fight me (Aye)
Left wing, right wing
I'm f*cking fly G
Name another reason you don't like me (Aye)
Okay 1, 2, I'm bringing the flow back
I kill beats and I'm gonna leave a toe tag
Hit the club and I'm like "where the hoes at?"
Got lost in the ass bring the bros back
Shawty kinda thick and she wanna throw it back on to me
Told me pull her hair like we're cookin up some ratatouille
A couple dudes stare and it's only cause they're lackin groupies
A couple dudes there lookin like they're from an action movie
Lemme get the muthaf*ckin beat back
Freak that
Cheap crap
Y'all talking
Saying that we wack
Like an athlete how I need tracks
Need racks
Making more green than your weed packs
They said we got our heads in the clouds
Well I'm thinkin that we'll be the first to see past
All the visions of mist
And a pessimist is
A description of bitch
We're dismissing your shit
And errybody saying that it might be wishful thinking
Man we're sure more productive than your
Bingeful drinking
Said we ain't write shit but our
Pencils shrinking
And our pens lose ink
And
We ain't gonna go back to living that old live
Til our pockets swole like
Bodybuilder winning that gold title
K-U-double T an old typo
Y'all so green like ya sold GEICO
Heart never broke it is so ice cold
No homo but I blow rivols
When I hold rifols
And I'll leave 5 holes
Can't be f*ckin with the kids like we told Michael
Jackson
Want the action
Pull up If you acting
And catch you lacking
Chewing and we smacking
We really snacking
Cause we tearin flesh erry time that we attacking
Lookin up at God and I'm askin why he sending me here
Devil tempting but he tell me not to bend to the fear
Devil tell me tell these peasants that their ending is near
And Devil said you'll know our name by the end of the year
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Left cheek, right cheek
Yo bitch like "pipe me"
All these jealous homies wanna fight me (Aye)
Left wing, right wing
I'm f*cking fly G
Name another reason you don't like me (Aye)
Left cheek, right cheek
Yo bitch like "pipe me"
All these jealous homies wanna fight me (Aye)
Left wing, right wing
I'm f*cking fly G
Name another reason you don't like me (Aye)
Call a bitch Moe's cause she rolling my burrito
Tell me if I'm getting lucky, I'ma get in that culito
Tell her I'ma cut porque mi dick es como un cuchillo
Told her that I'm finna stab when I Pipe It Up like Migos
If the pussy bald like an eagle
Bout to make a movie no theater at the regal
Bout to make a porno
Delivery no Digiorno
I'm the pizza man when she lookin through the peephole
She a Meat Lover
Gonna deep throat
I'm supreme tho
Cause I'm getting all of the toppings
All On my peen tho
No cheese tho
I'm keeping it clean ho
And when I shoot seed
Accuracy of beam though
Talking rounds
I'll go three more
I won't skeet though
I need to reload
How long
About a week so
I suggest hitting up TJ and Lito
Left cheek, right cheek
Yo bitch like "pipe me"
All these jealous homies wanna fight me (Aye)
Left wing, right wing
I'm f*cking fly G
Name another reason you don't like me (Aye)
Left cheek, right cheek
Yo bitch like "pipe me"
All these jealous homies wanna fight me (Aye)
Left wing, right wing
I'm f*cking fly G
Name another reason you don't like me (Aye)
Okay 1, 2, I'm bringing the flow back
I kill beats and I'm gonna leave a toe tag
Hit the club and I'm like "where the hoes at?"
Got lost in the ass bring the bros back
Shawty kinda thick and she wanna throw it back on to me
Told me pull her hair like we're cookin up some ratatouille
A couple dudes stare and it's only cause they're lackin groupies
A couple dudes there lookin like they're from an action movie
Lemme get the muthaf*ckin beat back
Freak that
Cheap crap
Y'all talking
Saying that we wack
Like an athlete how I need tracks
Need racks
Making more green than your weed packs
They said we got our heads in the clouds
Well I'm thinkin that we'll be the first to see past
All the visions of mist
And a pessimist is
A description of bitch
We're dismissing your shit
And errybody saying that it might be wishful thinking
Man we're sure more productive than your
Bingeful drinking
Said we ain't write shit but our
Pencils shrinking
And our pens lose ink
And
We ain't gonna go back to living that old live
Til our pockets swole like
Bodybuilder winning that gold title
K-U-double T an old typo
Y'all so green like ya sold GEICO
Heart never broke it is so ice cold
No homo but I blow rivols
When I hold rifols
And I'll leave 5 holes
Can't be f*ckin with the kids like we told Michael
Jackson
Want the action
Pull up If you acting
And catch you lacking
Chewing and we smacking
We really snacking
Cause we tearin flesh erry time that we attacking
Lookin up at God and I'm askin why he sending me here
Devil tempting but he tell me not to bend to the fear
Devil tell me tell these peasants that their ending is near
And Devil said you'll know our name by the end of the year
Yo bitch like "pipe me"
All these jealous homies wanna fight me (Aye)
Left wing, right wing
I'm f*cking fly G
Name another reason you don't like me (Aye)
Left cheek, right cheek
Yo bitch like "pipe me"
All these jealous homies wanna fight me (Aye)
Left wing, right wing
I'm f*cking fly G
Name another reason you don't like me (Aye)
Call a bitch Moe's cause she rolling my burrito
Tell me if I'm getting lucky, I'ma get in that culito
Tell her I'ma cut porque mi dick es como un cuchillo
Told her that I'm finna stab when I Pipe It Up like Migos
If the pussy bald like an eagle
Bout to make a movie no theater at the regal
Bout to make a porno
Delivery no Digiorno
I'm the pizza man when she lookin through the peephole
She a Meat Lover
Gonna deep throat
I'm supreme tho
Cause I'm getting all of the toppings
All On my peen tho
No cheese tho
I'm keeping it clean ho
And when I shoot seed
Accuracy of beam though
Talking rounds
I'll go three more
I won't skeet though
I need to reload
How long
About a week so
I suggest hitting up TJ and Lito
Left cheek, right cheek
Yo bitch like "pipe me"
All these jealous homies wanna fight me (Aye)
Left wing, right wing
I'm f*cking fly G
Name another reason you don't like me (Aye)
Left cheek, right cheek
Yo bitch like "pipe me"
All these jealous homies wanna fight me (Aye)
Left wing, right wing
I'm f*cking fly G
Name another reason you don't like me (Aye)
Okay 1, 2, I'm bringing the flow back
I kill beats and I'm gonna leave a toe tag
Hit the club and I'm like "where the hoes at?"
Got lost in the ass bring the bros back
Shawty kinda thick and she wanna throw it back on to me
Told me pull her hair like we're cookin up some ratatouille
A couple dudes stare and it's only cause they're lackin groupies
A couple dudes there lookin like they're from an action movie
Lemme get the muthaf*ckin beat back
Freak that
Cheap crap
Y'all talking
Saying that we wack
Like an athlete how I need tracks
Need racks
Making more green than your weed packs
They said we got our heads in the clouds
Well I'm thinkin that we'll be the first to see past
All the visions of mist
And a pessimist is
A description of bitch
We're dismissing your shit
And errybody saying that it might be wishful thinking
Man we're sure more productive than your
Bingeful drinking
Said we ain't write shit but our
Pencils shrinking
And our pens lose ink
And
We ain't gonna go back to living that old live
Til our pockets swole like
Bodybuilder winning that gold title
K-U-double T an old typo
Y'all so green like ya sold GEICO
Heart never broke it is so ice cold
No homo but I blow rivols
When I hold rifols
And I'll leave 5 holes
Can't be f*ckin with the kids like we told Michael
Jackson
Want the action
Pull up If you acting
And catch you lacking
Chewing and we smacking
We really snacking
Cause we tearin flesh erry time that we attacking
Lookin up at God and I'm askin why he sending me here
Devil tempting but he tell me not to bend to the fear
Devil tell me tell these peasants that their ending is near
And Devil said you'll know our name by the end of the year
Writer: Nolan Patterson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid