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Pierce Ripanti - Bon Appétit Lyrics



Pierce Ripanti - Bon Appétit Lyrics
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[ Featuring Nale ]

There aint no reason, aint no reason why
See I gotta way words
Like you gotta way wit curves ah
See ya Body on the move like you got away wit murda
Cant give it up to any Nigga girl he don't earn ya
Wind it up till I'm dizzy way you spin it a circle
I tell lil' mama baby gone and
Work that twerk that show me how you burp that,
Ma you out here looking like a thirst trap you know he don't deserve that
Sweeter then some cinnamon
Similar as synonyms
Sinning in Miami it's a long way from Michigan
I wanna see you get it in
I don't wanna sweat you baby
But there ain't no reason, aint no reason why
You can't be sliding wit me
I got my eyes on the treat
You say it's Pineapple sweetest, then
Don't tease, let me Bon Appetite
I tel you, I don't wanna sweat you baby
But there ain't no reason, aint no reason why
You can't be sliding wit me
I got my eyes on the treat
You say it's Pineapple sweetest, then
Don't tease, let me Bon Appetite
Life short, shorts short go head show that thing
Left cheek, right cheek girl control that thing
Slow that thing, arch back, oh that's mean
You own that thing so throw that thing
Shake it like you, shake it like you the stole that thang
Bouta give ya ass my whole last name
Family picture in a Kodak frame
On god on my Gold ass chain
That I don't got, but I hope that change
Flower girl
Powerful
Never in the shadow girl
Beautiful butterfly bloomed from a caterpillar
On top saddle girl
Don't stop atta girl
Like it how you sat it there
Get these other bitches
All the way f*ck up outta here
Can't compare how a dare
Lemme, Melt in ya mouth now or later
All mouth alligator
Said I'm playin
How I'm playing?
Bitches wanna stare let em stare, you ain't never cared
Niggas runnin game but the girls make for better players
I know you don't slide anywhere
But got eyes everywhere
Bitches wanna stare let em stare, you ain't never cared
Niggas runnin game but the girls make for better players
I know you don't slide anywhere
But got eyes everywhere
I know i gotta way words
Like you gotta way wit curves ah
See ya Body on the move like you got away wit murda
You can't give it up to any Nigga girl he don't earn ya
Wind it up till I'm dizzy way you spin it a circle
I don't wanna sweat you baby
But there ain't no reason, aint no reason why
You can't be sliding wit me
I got my eyes on the treat
You say it's Pineapple sweetest, then
Don't tease, let me Bon Appetite
I tel you, I don't wanna sweat you baby
But there ain't no reason, aint no reason why
You can't be sliding wit me
I got my eyes on the treat
You say it's Pineapple sweetest, then
Don't tease, let me Bon Appetite
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English

There aint no reason, aint no reason why
See I gotta way words
Like you gotta way wit curves ah
See ya Body on the move like you got away wit murda
Cant give it up to any Nigga girl he don't earn ya
Wind it up till I'm dizzy way you spin it a circle
I tell lil' mama baby gone and
Work that twerk that show me how you burp that,
Ma you out here looking like a thirst trap you know he don't deserve that
Sweeter then some cinnamon
Similar as synonyms
Sinning in Miami it's a long way from Michigan
I wanna see you get it in
I don't wanna sweat you baby
But there ain't no reason, aint no reason why
You can't be sliding wit me
I got my eyes on the treat
You say it's Pineapple sweetest, then
Don't tease, let me Bon Appetite
I tel you, I don't wanna sweat you baby
But there ain't no reason, aint no reason why
You can't be sliding wit me
I got my eyes on the treat
You say it's Pineapple sweetest, then
Don't tease, let me Bon Appetite
Life short, shorts short go head show that thing
Left cheek, right cheek girl control that thing
Slow that thing, arch back, oh that's mean
You own that thing so throw that thing
Shake it like you, shake it like you the stole that thang
Bouta give ya ass my whole last name
Family picture in a Kodak frame
On god on my Gold ass chain
That I don't got, but I hope that change
Flower girl
Powerful
Never in the shadow girl
Beautiful butterfly bloomed from a caterpillar
On top saddle girl
Don't stop atta girl
Like it how you sat it there
Get these other bitches
All the way f*ck up outta here
Can't compare how a dare
Lemme, Melt in ya mouth now or later
All mouth alligator
Said I'm playin
How I'm playing?
Bitches wanna stare let em stare, you ain't never cared
Niggas runnin game but the girls make for better players
I know you don't slide anywhere
But got eyes everywhere
Bitches wanna stare let em stare, you ain't never cared
Niggas runnin game but the girls make for better players
I know you don't slide anywhere
But got eyes everywhere
I know i gotta way words
Like you gotta way wit curves ah
See ya Body on the move like you got away wit murda
You can't give it up to any Nigga girl he don't earn ya
Wind it up till I'm dizzy way you spin it a circle
I don't wanna sweat you baby
But there ain't no reason, aint no reason why
You can't be sliding wit me
I got my eyes on the treat
You say it's Pineapple sweetest, then
Don't tease, let me Bon Appetite
I tel you, I don't wanna sweat you baby
But there ain't no reason, aint no reason why
You can't be sliding wit me
I got my eyes on the treat
You say it's Pineapple sweetest, then
Don't tease, let me Bon Appetite
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Writer: Pierce Ripanti, Vlenale Byrd
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




Pierce Ripanti - Bon Appétit Video
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Performed By: Pierce Ripanti
Featuring: Nale
Language: English
Length: 3:04
Written by: Pierce Ripanti, Vlenale Byrd

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