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TESTO - $UICIDEBOY$ - Cherry P.I.E.

VIDEO MUSICALE

TESTO - $UICIDEBOY$ - Cherry P.I.E.




Slide for the free, kill for the fee

Pull out the stick, then I pull out the ski

Put a motherfucker face on a white tee

That’s what a nigga get being P.I.E

Slide for the free, kill for the fee

Pull out the stick, then I pull out the ski

Put a motherfucker face on a white tee

That’s what a nigga get being P.I.E

Slide for the free, kill for the fee

Pull out the stick, then I pull out the ski

Put a motherfucker face on a white tee

That’s what a nigga get being P.I.E






Bitch, I came here to destroy, everything I touch turn grey

I'm lacking coin, slit my wrist so I get paid

Fuck them other boys, I'll slap them in they fucking face

Knot the noose, they think they grey

Endless bites like a buffet

Grey*59 great white, I'll chew on your bitch

And then end your shit all in the same night

Don't fuck with them fake types

I be just like Moses, I make my own way, like I'm partin' the ocean

I'm part of the ocean

I be like a tidal wave crashin' on shore in slow motion

These hoes get wet when I pull out the net

Leave 'em on deck just to dry

Then I gut 'em whenever I feel fucking hopeless






Slide for the free, kill for the fee

Pull out the stick, then I pull out the ski

Put a motherfucker face on a white tee

That’s what a nigga get being P.I.E

Slide for the free, kill for the fee

Pull out the stick, then I pull out the ski

Put a motherfucker face on a white tee

That’s what a nigga get being P.I.E






Put a motherfucker's face on a white tee

Riding in the Honda while I creep with the G

Lil Uzi with the AR-teen

Hit 'em, then we dump the bodies in a six-foot stream

Red dot beam, woeful king

Fiends on my line every time the phone ring

Since eighteen, sipping codeine

Promethazine covered all on my spleen

Aquamarine trapping out of the water

My alma mater is the school of the slaughter

Every since I first heard, "Wanna Be a Baller"

Dreams of whippin' dubs on the Chevy Impala

The fucking shot caller

No commas or dollars

Just stank marijuana I got from Nevada

I'm hitting nirvana and fucking Madonna

Mirage of a brain that's encompassed by trauma

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